Monday, September 24, 2018

Blog Tour: The Christmas Wishing Tree








Summary:
Sometimes life’s most magical journeys bring you back to where it all began…From USA Today bestselling author Emily March comes The Christmas Wishing Tree, an enchanting account of the magic and miracle of Christmas.

A man who loves adventure and the open sea, Devin Murphy returns for a short Christmas trip to his small hometown of Eternity Springs. Immersed in the joy and magic of the holiday season all around him, he doesn’t hesitate to play along when a young boy phones Santa to ask for a very special wish. Devin never guesses that a wrong number has the potential to make everything in his life so right.

Jenna Stockton adopted Reilly when he needed a mother and she intends to keep him safe. A small town across the country called Eternity Springs seems like a good place to hide from their past without any complications —until sexy Santa himself discovers her secrets. When Devin proposes a daring plan to face down the danger together and defeat it once and for all, she is tempted. Maybe Devin really is capable of making wishes come true? Perhaps in a Christmas wish they’ll both find the miracle they’ve been looking for all along…

A delightful Christmas novel in the New York Times

bestselling Eternity Springs series. 

See below for excerpt and review.

Author Bio:
Emily March is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels, including the critically acclaimed Eternity Springs series. Publishers Weekly calls March a "master of delightful banter," and her heartwarming, emotionally charged stories have been named to Best of the Year lists by Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Romance Writers of America. A graduate of Texas A&M University, Emily is an avid fan of Aggie sports and her recipe for jalapeƱo relish has made her a tailgating legend.

Social Links:
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Excerpt of The Christmas Wishing Tree


NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE

Christmas carols played softly in the background. The scent of spiced cider perfumed the air. Shoppers munched happily on gingerbread cookies and perused the bookshelves for that perfect gift.

Dr. Jenna Stockton imagined ripping the halo off the angel’s head and choking her with it. Instead, she reached deep within herself for patience and managed to find a smile for the costumed character behind the bookstore counter. “If I could speak with your manager, please?”

“She’s awfully busy.”

Jenna thought of the ridiculous length of her own to-do list as she fought to keep her smile from turning into a sneer. “Yes, well, it’s that time of year, isn’t it? Your manager?”

The little angel gave a haughty sniff, and then said, “If you’ll step out of line, please?”

Without missing a beat, the angel turned a bright smile toward the woman waiting behind Jenna. “I’m sosorry for this unfortunate delay, ma’am. I’ll be as quick as I possibly can.”

Jenna didn’t snarl like a rabid dog. She didn’t. She smiled at the woman behind her in line. Sweetly. Without canines.

The woman and the four people behind her each gave Jenna an annoyed glower. She gave them all a smile too, then reached for the nearest book, which she pretended to read until the clerk returned, accompanied by a fiftysomething woman dressed like an elf. The angel gestured toward Jenna and said, “This is the one, Ms. Thomas.”

The elf spoke in a harried tone. “May I help you?”

“I hope so.” Especially considering that I went out of my way to support a local business rather than ordering online. Jenna set down the paperback. “I placed a special order two weeks ago and someone from this store called me last week to tell me it was in. However, your … angel … can’t find it in your computer system, so she insists I’m mistaken.”

“Do you have your receipt?”

“Not with me, no.”

“Well, if you’ll come back—”

“I don’t have time to come back. I ordered the books for an event that begins”—Jenna checked her watch—“in forty-five minutes. I’d like you to check your stock room. My name is Jenna Stockton.”

“Ms. Stockton, I can’t—”

“I ordered thirty copies of New Adventures in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room.”

“Oh.” The manager pursed her lips. “Oh. I recall that order.”

“Good.”

Then the manager winced. Uh-oh. Maybe not so good. Jenna drew a deep, calming breath, then asked, “If you will get it for me, please?”

“Oh dear.”

Jenna closed her eyes.

“I’m afraid we had some internal miscommunication. We sold out of our stock of that particular title and an employee unfortunately failed to notice the hold notice on your order. She put them on the shelf.”

“How many are left?”

“It’s a popular title,” the manager hedged.

Jenna leaned forward. “The books are for pediatric cancer patients at Children’s Hospital. The Christmas party is at four o’clock.”

“Oh dear,” the manager repeated. “Four o’clock you say?”

Jenna nodded curtly.

“I’ll call our distributor. If you can stop back by—”

“You’ll need to deliver them directly to the hospital. To the attention of Dr. Jenna Stockton.” She removed a card from her purse and handed it to the manager. “Here’s the address. Take them to the information desk in the lobby. I’ll tell the volunteers working there to expect them.”

“But we don’t have a delivery—”

Jenna folded her arms and gave the manager her best take-no-prisoners look.

“I’ll do my best to have them there by four, Dr. Stockton. I apologize for the inconvenience. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I saw you looking at the new Liza Holcomb thriller.” She picked up the book and handed it to Jenna. “It’s a fabulous book. Scariest stalker story I’ve read in years.”

Jenna quickly returned the book to the display table. A stalker story? That was all she needed. “No, thank you. All I need today is what I ordered. Thank you for the help. You have my phone number. I trust if there is any further problem, you will give me an immediate call?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Perfect. Merry Christmas, Ms. Thomas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Dr. Stockton.” The manager gave her a bright smile that didn’t quite hide the worry in her eyes.

Jenna headed for the door, glancing over her shoulder before pushing it open. The elf was on the phone, the angel had been replaced at the register by a reindeer, and Frosty the Snowman was on hands and knees beside the urn of mulled cider wiping up a spill. She sighed. Angels with attitude aside, she liked this little store. She really hoped they didn’t let her and the children down.

Outside, the jangle from the Salvation Army bell ringer mingled with the shrieks and laughter of children embroiled in a snowball fight in the park across the street. Jenna tugged leather gloves from her coat pocket and pulled them on as she walked to the street corner and waited for the light to change. Her gaze drifted back to the snowball warriors. It did her heart good to see healthy, happy children playing, especially after a morning like this one.

When the walk signal flashed on, she crossed the street and cut through the park headed for her car, which she’d left in a lot a block away. Her thoughts returned to her to-do list. She could save a few minutes if she bought cookies at the grocery store instead of making the extra stop at the bakery before picking up Reilly from daycare. But she’d promised Reilly a gingerbread man from—

Whack.

Something cold and wet stung her cheek. What in the world? Reflexively, Jenna lifted her hand to her face and the remnants of … a snowball. She’d been hit with a snowball. Had the battlefield moved without her noticing and she’d been struck by an errant shot? Or had the attack been deliberate? If that was the case, one of these heathens was about to get a piece of her mind.

But when she turned to identify the culprit seconds after the snowball landed, her gaze skidded over a group of youngsters to an adult standing nearby. The pockets of a black wool coat concealed the man’s hands. A black knit cap pulled low on his brow and the matching scarf looped around his face shielded everything but his eyes.

Eyes that watched her.

A shiver of fear skidded down Jenna’s spine. She whirled around and picked up her pace. By the time she reached her car, she was all but running. She thumbed the key fob and unlocked the door as she approached, then locked it again the moment she was inside. She sat behind the steering wheel breathing hard, her heart pounding. Her gaze locked on the path through the park.

Nobody had followed her. Chased her. She’d let her imagination run wild.

“You didn’t imagine the face full of snow,” she muttered.

She should call the cops. File a report.

Sure. Be one of “those people.” Tie up a law enforcement officer’s time over a child’s prank. Because surely, that’s all it had been. One of those kids probably threw the snowball, and the guy dressed in black probably saw it as it flew by. He’d watched her to see if she’d pitch a fit about it.

She slipped her key into the ignition, started the car, and did her best to dismiss the incident. Forty minutes later—after stops at the dry cleaners, grocery, bakery, and party store—she made it back to the office in time for her one-thirty appointment with five minutes to spare. If she’d checked her rearview mirror more often than usual and paid close attention to those around her as she completed her errands, well, she was simply being responsible.

Whenever she had a few free minutes during the rest of the afternoon, her thoughts drifted back to the troubling events of recent months. The harassment had begun in October, although for the first few weeks, she hadn’t recognized the threat. Everyone got hang-up calls. She explained away the texts as wrong numbers. But once online orders she hadn’t placed began showing up on her doorstep, she realized she had a problem.

She’d thought she’d been a victim of identity theft. She’d spent an entire weekend canceling cards and changing accounts. Then last week when a particularly difficult case kept her at the hospital until early morning hours, she came out to the physician’s section of the parking garage and found the air had been released from each of her tires.

Random vandalism, the police said. Teenage pranks. Jenna wasn’t so certain, but she didn’t know who would be doing this to her or why.

As she exited Exam Room 4, her receptionist met her with the news that her three o’clock was a no-show, which meant she was done for the day. Jenna tucked away her dark worries and turned her thoughts to the light and bright. Now she’d have time to pick up Reilly from school rather than have his after-school caregiver drop him off at the hospital.

Luck was with her for a change because a parking place became available just as she pulled up. As she got out of her car, a bell rang, and the door to the kindergarten classroom opened. Reilly was the third youngster out.

“Mom!” exclaimed her six-year-old son. “You’re here! It’s time for the Christmas party, isn’t it? Is it time for the party? Is Santa going to be there? I have my list all ready.”

“Hello, little man. Yes, it’s time for the Christmas party and yes, Santa has promised to make an appearance.”

“I’m so excited!”

“Me too, Reilly. Me too.”

She’d been trying to make the Santa visit happen for two weeks now. Because kids grew up so fast these days, she knew that this might be the last year that Reilly believed in Santa Claus. Jenna had wanted to make it a special event for them both.

For the initial effort, she had planned an all-day Saturday holiday adventure beginning with breakfast at a pancake house, followed by shopping for gifts for Reilly’s friends, then a matinee performance of Rudolphat the children’s theater, and culminating with a visit to Santa’s Wonderland and a conversation with the big man himself. They’d had a great time eating and shopping and watching the play, but as they left the theater, her pager had gone off. She’d tried again the following Saturday with a different itinerary, but with similar Santa results. She and Reilly both were counting on “The third time is the charm” axiom working today.

Arriving at the hospital, she took advantage of valet parking due to the amount of party supplies she had to tote inside. She loaded up a collapsible wheeled cart with gifts and decorations and bakery boxes, then Reilly helped her tug it inside, where she approached the information desk with trepidation. “I’m Dr. Stockton. Do I have a package waiting, I hope?”

“Books,” the volunteer said. “Yes, they’re here.”

Yes!

She reached beneath the counter then pulled out a box. Jenna spied twice as many gift-wrapped items as she’d expected. The folded note taped to the front of the box read, “Your complete order is enclosed. In addition, please accept these thirty copies of the first book in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room series as a gift to the children from the staff here at Hawthorne Books.”

“Well, isn’t that nice?” Jenna murmured.

“Isn’t what nice, Mom?”

“The Christmas spirit.”

He nodded in all seriousness. “I love the Christmas spirit. I wish it could last all year long.”

“You and me both, little man. You and me both.”

The Christmas party that followed was a bittersweet success. Local and a few national celebrities showed up to shower attention and gifts and good cheer on the patients of Children’s Hospital and their families. It was always nice to see the smiles, but invariably, tears were shed too. The what-ifs and if-onlys were unavoidable. Hospital events always caused Jenna to hug Reilly a little tighter and spend a little more time on her nightly prayers.

The books Jenna gifted were well received by parents and patients alike. Reilly finally had his visit with Santa, and Jenna shed a tear or two of her own while she snapped photos of the moment with her phone.

In the car ride on their way home, Reilly bubbled about the party—the food, the games, the gifts. “There were a lot of dads there,” he observed. “Did you see, Mom? There were a whole bunch of dads.”

“Yes.” Then, in an effort to alter the direction of the conversation, she said, “I was surprised to see how many football players attended. How many autographs did you get?”

“I don’t know,” Reilly answered with a shrug before proving that he was not to be distracted. “I thought Dr. David would be there. Why didn’t Dr. David come?”

Oh, Reilly. Dr. David Henderson was Reilly’s pediatrician, a widowed father whom she’d dated briefly last summer. “I told you he moved back to Minnesota to be closer to Bella and Jessie’s grandparents. Dr. Larimer is your new doctor.”

Reilly gave a long sigh. “I pretended I forgot. I thought he would make a really good daddy for us, Mom.”

“Oh, Reilly.”

“We really do need a daddy.”

“Reilly,” Jenna said, warning in her tone. “Please. It’s been a long day. Let’s not get started on that subject again.”

“But, Mommy…”

She silenced him with a stern glance. Her son could be a terrier when he got an idea in his head, and lately, every time she turned around, he’d been yipping and yapping about needing a daddy.

How about I just order one online? Everything else was showing up at the house. She’d certainly have more use for a daddy for Reilly than a yodeling pickle electronic noisemaker.

She switched on the radio, which was tuned to the Christmas music station. Listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks hope that Christmas wouldn’t be late wasn’t much better than the yodeling pickle. However, the music did manage to distract Reilly, who sang along the rest of the way home, so she wasn’t about to complain.

Her son helped her unload the car, and then he dashed about the house turning on the lights of all of their Christmas decorations while Jenna sorted through the mail. One envelope in particular caught her notice. Whitewater Adventure Rafting on the Snake River? Her stomach took a sick little flip.

Dread filled her as she stared down at the envelope addressed to JENNA M. STOCKTON, MD.

This was coincidence, surely. Just bad timing of an advertisement that probably went to everyone in her zip code.

She slid the letter opener blade beneath the envelope flap and removed the folded paper.

A reservation for one. Paid in full. January 23rd at 10:00 a.m.

She dropped the paper as if it were on fire. Her hands trembled. Her heart pounded.

Her always-adventuring parents had drowned in a whitewater rafting accident seven years earlier … on January 23.

“Mom, can we read a story?”

Jenna saw her son standing in the doorway with his stuffed Rudolph beneath his arm. His request was a life preserver tossed to a drowning person. “Absolutely. I have a new book for us.”

Because she wasn’t on call tonight and she had no patients she suspected of being in imminent need of her services, she poured herself a glass of wine, traded her shoes for slippers, and settled into the overstuffed easy chair in the family room with the copy of The New Adventures in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room that she’d reserved for her own family. “In my lap, little man.”

He bounded over to her, his face alight with joy.

Story time was special for them both. She’d finished the first book and allowed herself to be talked into reading a second and a third. They were negotiating a fourth when she answered the doorbell to a pizza delivery she had not ordered.

By nine thirty, her doorbell had chimed eleven more times with deliveries of eleven more cheese and mushroom pizzas. Jenna was allergic to mushrooms.

At nine forty-five she called the police.
Copyright © 2018 by Emily March in The Christmas Wishing Tree and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

My Review

This is the 15th book in Emily March's Eternity Springs series, but they can also be read as stand-alone books.  The past characters make appearances, but enough backstory is explained, so newcomers to Eternity Springs can start the series anywhere.  But you will fall in love with Eternity Springs and want to read the other books in the series and discover the magic of Eternity Springs.  This book had a bit more intrigue and mystery than the previous books,but it is still an enjoyable read.  Although this book has Christmas in its title, it would be especially good for any season, since a good part of the book also takes place in the summer as well.  Whether, you are a newcomer to the series or Eternity Springs is already a favorite destination for you to visit, come enjoy the magic of Eternity Springs.


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Book Review: Tears of the Desert

Tears of the Desert by Halima Bashir


This is such a great memoir. What Halima has to go through from her nearly idyllic childhood, at least until having to endure the tradition of female circumcision through her teen years on into university to become a medical doctor and afterwards. What she and millions of others had to go through during the genocide in Darfur. It is remarkable that she stayed so strong throughout the ordeal. My only complaint with this book was that it could have been better edited. There were several word and phrases that should have been proofread and corrected; for this I almost gave it 4 stars, but after thinking about what to write in my review, I reconsidered and gave it 5 stars on Goodreads, pushing it back to 4.5 stars.

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

2018 Mid-Year Freak Out Tag

1. Best book you've read so far in 2018? The best book that I read this year came out quite a while ago. Anne Frank Remembered: The Woman Who Helped Hide The Frank Family by Miep Gies
2. The best sequel you've read so far in 2018?
I read a few books in a series that I gave 4 or 5 stars to, but the one I most remember would be If I Run by Terri Blackstock. It's a Christian thriller series that I started last year and I was pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed it as much as I did. The entire series is great!
3. New Release you haven't read yet but want to?
There are several new releases I want to read, but since I have ARCs of these two, I really want to read them soon. Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover and The High Tides Club by Mary Kay Andrews. 4. Most-anticipated forthcoming releases! One that has not yet released that I am excited for is Sold on a Monday by Kristina McMorris. 5. Biggest Disappointment of 2018 so far? The book I read that I was most disappointed in that I read this year is No Biking in the House Without A Helmet by Melissa Fay Green. Being an adoptive mom like her, although I have only 1 child and she has many more than me, I was really looking forward to this one and heard so many good things. Actually, it is one of my lowest ranked books that I 've read this year. I almost wish I had DNF'ed it. 6. Biggest surprise in 2018 so far? The biggest surprise was actually not a good surprise, but a surprise none the less. I was surprised how much I disliked Peony in Love by Lisa See. Most of her books that I read were 4 or 5 stats, but this one I hated and was tempted to DNFit. 7. Favorite debut so far in 2018? Born A Crime by Noah Trevor is the only book I rated highly in the first part of 2018 by an author who had not written a book before. 9. A book that made you cry? It takes a lot to make me cry in a book. Often a dog dying would do it. I can't remember specifically if any book that I read this year actually made me cry, possibly The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks or Anne Frank Remembered. 10. A book that made you happy? Reading makes me happy. I can't think of a specific book that made me happier than the rest. I wish I could say the Little House series, since it was nice to reminisce and although I gave many of them 4 stars, a lot of what I reminisced about was actually the tv show. 11. Favorite book-to-film adaptation so far? The only book that I read that was made into a film was Fried Green Tomatoes. I don't think I saw the film and wasn't that crazy about the book. I would really like to see Terri Blackstock's If I Run series made into movies, of which If I Live was the final book in this trilogy. 12. What books do you need to read before the end of the year? I want to finish the Little House series, since I have only 2 books left These Happy Golden Years and The First Four Years, I should get these done in the very near future. I then want to read Prairie Fires by Carol Fraser about Laura Ingalls Wilder

Friday, July 13, 2018

Love You by Stacy Finz

Love You by Stacy Finz



I received an advanced reader copy from the author herself and an e-ARC from NetGalley, (so I can read it on my Kindle) in exchange for an honest review. This is the 3rd book in The Garner Brothers series, which also included a short story, Each brother has had a story. This one is Win's story. He has a reputation of being a lothario, but after a former girlfriend tried to tie him to her with a pregnancy scare, he is trying to mend his ways by being more responsible, both personally and professionally. Darcy is the receptionist at Garner Adventure and would like a promotion with more responsibility. Win and Darcy are paired together to get a highly-desired account. At times, I wanted to shake each of the two main characters for being so dense about things, but overall I really liked them and rooted for them. I look forward to the final short story about two of the residents later this year and I believe a Christmas story in the Nugget series. I've very much enjoyed everything Stacy Finz has written so far and can't wait to continue reading more from her. Although this is a series, I believe that this can be read as a stand alone, but you will most likely want to go back and read the entire series. This book will be released on July 31st. Thank you to the author and to NetGalley for copies of the ARC.  4 stars.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

WWWednesdays 7/11/2018

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It's been awhile since I posted, but I really need to start again!  Since it's Wednesday, it's time for the weekly meme, WWW Wednesday hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words.
All you need to do is answer the following questions:
  • What are you currently reading?
  • What did you recently finish reading?
  • What do you think you’ll read next?
So let's get onto it!

What are you currently reading? I am currently reading Little Town on the Prairie and not listening to anything at the moment, I was listening to Ready Player One, but the app that I was listening on, Axis 360, just shut down and lost my place in the book.  I haven't the faintest idea how far along I was, especially since I was listening on 1.5 speed.  This was my second attempt to read this; the first time I borrowed it from my library on Overdrive and although I loved the 80s references, I couldn't get into the story.  I'm fed up with Axis 360, which E-read Illinois uses, so I will just stick with Overdrive.

What did you recently finish reading? The last thing I finished was the audiobook, The Gates of Evangeline by Hester Young, which was really good!  On my kindle, I finished an ARC of Love You by Stacy Finz, which will be released at the end of the month.

What do you think you'll read next?  I have quite a bit yet to read in Little Town on the Prairie, so I doubt I'll be reading anything new before the weekend.  I'm thinking I may pick up Tears of the Desert: A Memoir of Survival in Darfur by Halina Bashit or Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah.  We'll see what I'm in the mood for and I have several options for an audiobook.

So what about you?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

WWW Wednesday 8/9/2017

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It's time for the weekly meme, WWW Wednesday hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words.
All you need to do is answer the following questions:
  • What are you currently reading?
  • What did you recently finish reading?
  • What do you think you’ll read next?
So let's get onto it!

What are you currently reading? I am currently reading Need You by Stacy Finz and listening to Shadow House:The Gathering (Book 1) by Dan Poblocki.  Think these will both be finished later today.

What did you recently finish reading? The last thing I finished was It's Always The Husband by Michelle Campbell.  What a good book!

What do you think you'll read next?  Next up are library books: Gone Without A Trace by Mary Torjusson on my Kindle and the audiobook, Escape from Camp 14 by Blaine Harden.

So what about you?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Book Beginnings/The Friday 56 July 21, 2017


Friday 56 is hosted at Freda's Voice and Book Beginnings is hosted by Rose City Reader. The idea is to share a sentence or so from the first page and the 56th page of the book you are currently reading!  Also, I will now also include a brief synopsis.
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The Life She Was Given

From acclaimed author Ellen Marie Wiseman comes a vivid, daring novel about the devastating power of family secrets—beginning in the poignant, lurid world of a Depression-era traveling circus and coming full circle in the transformative 1950s.

On a summer evening in 1931, Lilly Blackwood glimpses circus lights from the grimy window of her attic bedroom. Lilly isn’t allowed to explore the meadows around Blackwood Manor. She’s never even ventured beyond her narrow room. Momma insists it’s for Lilly’s own protection, that people would be afraid if they saw her. But on this unforgettable night, Lilly is taken outside for the first time—and sold to the circus sideshow.

More than two decades later, nineteen-year-old Julia Blackwood has inherited her parents’ estate and horse farm. For Julia, home was an unhappy place full of strict rules and forbidden rooms, and she hopes that returning might erase those painful memories. Instead, she becomes immersed in a mystery involving a hidden attic room and photos of circus scenes featuring a striking young girl.

At first, The Barlow Brothers’ Circus is just another prison for Lilly. But in this rag-tag, sometimes brutal world, Lilly discovers strength, friendship, and a rare affinity for animals. Soon, thanks to elephants Pepper and JoJo and their handler, Cole, Lilly is no longer a sideshow spectacle but the circus’s biggest attraction. . .until tragedy and cruelty collide. It will fall to Julia to learn the truth about Lilly’s fate and her family’s shocking betrayal, and find a way to make Blackwood Manor into a place of healing at last.

Moving between Julia and Lilly’s stories, Ellen Marie Wiseman portrays two extraordinary, very different women in a novel that, while tender and heartbreaking, offers moments of joy and indomitable hope.



Beginning of the Book:
Lilly
July 1931
Blackwood Manor Horse Farm
Dobbin's Corner, New York
Nine-year old Lilly Blackwood stood in the attic dormer of Blackwood Manor for what felt like the thousandth time wishing the window would open so she could smell the outdoors. Tomorrow was her birthday and she couldn't think of a better present.

Page 56: 
Chapter 6

Julia
The trees surrounding Blackwood Manor were black and bare making the estate look even grayer.  The house seemed as overpowering as the day it did the day Julia left, grim and bulky, the color of the winter sky.



What do you think would you continue to read this?  I have actually only 1/3 left to go; I'm hoping to finish before the weekend, but then that means tomorrow.  Not sure about that, but definitely before the weekend is over.