Done.

The huge paperwork job that has been hanging its head around since before Christmas is done, emailed on its way to hang over someone else's head. Hopefully not to return for a couple months or so.

The 10th of March, which I have been dreading, is now over. And it weren't so bad, after all.

Well, yeah, there were those minutes of panic when it looked like the computer had eaten half the 50-some page document I'd been preparing. But other than that, and the typing at five-thirty in the morning, it wasn't so bad. I'd be willing to do again.

In another 15-20 years.

One might think I'd be in a celebratory mood, but actually I'm more just tired.

And thinking about checking sage grouse in the morning. And maybe go looking for an owl.

What time's sunrise?