How's everyone?

Up earlier than I intended to be on account of my fat cat bounding onto my sternum at 5am, using the misery to push through the end of this revision. Congrats on surviving to the end of the school year, OP.

I feel kinda bittersweet now. I've been writing about my character Timothy for eighteen years now, and ever since then he's been my little buddy who's still stuck on training wheels. Now I'm going to be writing chapters where he's ditched his training wheels. Feeling like my imaginary little guy is growing up, and not quite sure if I'm ready for it.