Can you smell what the Rock is cooking

It's so close.

I can almost smell and taste the freedom in the air.

We're so close now. I think it's going to happen.

Have been working on a transaction since the start of January 2008, and it's been pretty hectic. Late nights, long documents, even longer emails with comments and amendments. The solicitor on the other side even became younger towards the end of the transaction - at our first "all parties" teleconference, he waxed lyrical about his 19 years of superior experience and skills. Two months down, he was waxing lyrical about his 17 years of superior experience etc.

Me, I just need some quality sleep, and no more waking up screaming at 4am because there should've been another warranty qualified by "best of knowledge". But all's well since we are now closing. I had a client walk away from a deal in mid-February 2008, and it was quite stressful but anyway, the deal died on commercial points (what kind of stupid person agrees to a cap on liability of 7% of the purchase consideration????) and not because of the solicitors.

In other news, The Son spontaneously requested for "underwear" the other day. How odd. "I want under wear", said he. Then he wanted to pick the colour (we offer a choice of 4). Then we had to convince him that he could not wear the blue one 2 days in a row, it's dirty, please consider the remaining choice of 3 colours. We irrevocably confirm and undertake to you that each of the 3 remaining choices of coloured underwear will be as comfortable as the blue one.

Anyway, he picked the green one and we sent him off to school this morning with the green underwear, safe in the knowledge that he hadn't pooped for 2 days and therefore it's very likely that it will be his teachers cleaning up the poopage this morning and not us.

I really need to relax.