Is it entirely too early for optimism? Yes.
Will I abandon said-optimism? No.
“Blue” is going well. I want to get it done by Saturday night. I’m
feeling good that could actually happen. History dictates that this is
precisely when the blood thirsty alligators scramble out of the shadows and
gnaw my optimistic carcass down to its bone.
While the tactician in me advises “extreme caution,” the fool yells “Bring
it on, Mr. Crocodile!”
May the fool always win.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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