The past few days have been really stressful. The nice thing? I'm off to Seattle Sunday after church for a whole week, plus a day, housesitting for some friends of the family. I needed some time away, and to myself, so I'm looking forward to it.
I'm nearly finished with book nine. I'll confess, I cheated and read the last couple of pages when I was starting to get antsy around page 400. So I've ruined the ending for myself. But with no hope in sight of an end to the series, I don't feel very guilty.
Below is the nicest Valentine anyone has ever given me.
