It is done

And it is good.

And how right that it should end just before the stroke of midnight.

And how good it is to write my first play with a female protagonist. And to be able to have her say this line, just before the end: "...safe? Is that such a good thing, I wonder? What happens if we never take risks? Never wake up?"

"A Window to the Past" from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on - a blessed beautiful peace after listening for at least an hour and a half to the Boston Pop's amazing but spooky rendition of "Carol of the Bells."

Life is good. This is good. All is good. And all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.

Mood: Grace of God-ed
Music: Regarde en haute
Thought: I like quiet scenes at the end of plays, rather than big numbers. Huh. Never end on a ballad? Pshaw. *sigh* Beauty.
Sigh: 145 on Julie's quiz. I'm a scallywag. I'm evil.