Even though it totally sucks to stand in my kitchen alone doing a victory dance, because Karl should be there dancing with me, I did one. I knew that I could share it with you here, and that made it a little better.

Why, you ask?

It's 5:00. All the food is ready, save for heating. The house is nearly clean, and Elliot is napping, but should be up soon.

I did good. Go me.