I’m rarin’ to go. Just begging that light to turn green. I can barely stand it. My teeth are vibrating.
At some point, very soon, just a few more days beyond the already (and totally understandably) twice-pushed-back start date, mid-week we’re told, my freelance writing assignment at Tonic News will instantaneously bloat-o-morph from twice a month to twice a day. Shorter, punchier pieces on the science beat.
A significant-feeling step along the path.
Lemme at it.