Flying

High, high, high.  Me too.  For the last two weeks I've spent nearly every waking hour writing and typing, when I'm not seeing clients.  Joy is an understatement.  More like bliss.

I stole half an hour from this frantic activity today and sat in my beloved sit-spot.  Grinning.  

I glance over blips when I get over-excited or can't sleep.  More clients tomorrow.  Here we go.  I'm thinking this pace will keep up for another month.  See you in May.  En passant in April.