A quick funny

My sister-in-law sent me this joke, which I’ve always liked:

Three sisters ages 92, 94 and 96 live in a house together. One night the 96 year old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She
yells to the other sisters, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”

The 94 year old yells back, “I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.” She starts up the stairs and pauses. “Was I going up the stairs or down?”

The 92 year old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea and listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, “I sure hope I never get
that forgetful,” and knocks on her wooden table for good measure.

She then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”

:rotf:

I’ve been burying myself in my third book, trying to wrap up the last 50 or so pages. Each time I get close to the ending, I develop Fear of the Ending. It’s like I’m afraid to let go of the book. My only solution is to map out the last few chapters, list the scenes I need, and keep my head down as I press towards the finish line. Then the real work begins–the second draft. Fingers crossed that it won’t require major surgery!