The most wonderful message that could have entered my inbox on this, the eve of finals:

"Your files have been sent to our typesetting department."

My twenty-five hours of copyediting were not in vain. Sitting in the caf poring over the monstrous CMOS during dinner and dealing with the publisher's supercilious assistant to the assistant on the phone weren't a waste, either.

Now I just have to survive the week, and then I'll be home for Christmas. Three days, four finals . . . Ready? Go!