No, I don't have the final revisions of the novel completed yet. Nor will they be 100% complete by tomorrow (you're likely wondering about my use of the term "100% complete" and its built-in redundancy factor; it is a literary device that is also known as giving one's self wiggle room).

Regardless, clear conscience or not, I am going to see Sweeney Todd tomorrow. Or as my cousin mistakenly said in the hospital waiting room yesterday, "Teeny Swadd." (This so cracked me up that while having an awesome massage at the club last night, I almost laughed out loud remembering Teeny Swadd.) (And in fact, I'm chuckling now!) (What was truly awesome about the massage last night, though, is that while I didn't burst out laughing right there in the peaceful tranquility of the "spa sanctuary" over Teeny Swadd, thereby saving myself from disturbing any and every one in the vicinity; someone did accidentally set off the fire alarm. I had to laugh out loud at that, I mean, come on, but I somehow managed to stay incredibly peaceful in all that agonizing noise. Says a lot for how great that massage was, doesn't it? It was quite a little Christmas blessing and I really, really needed it.)