Essentially on Empty

They did it. It's done. It can't be undone, and whatever got done is now done.

They dang did take that darned ol' AP test. It's... over. Essentially.

I mean, sure, yeah, we have a month of school. (six weeks for non-seniors, thank you snow days!) And in that month, we'll be "working" on a "project". So, yeah. Technically, not over. But in essence, the statistical essence that has permeated my every waking thought and several of my sleeping ones (including some great "dreams" where my necklace was coming alive to choke me, or where my teeth were falling out of my head), we are done. We cannot be undone. We cannot be more done. We are as done as we can get and we can't get donner, but then, we can't get less done either.

However they did--whoever passed, or didn't pass, whatever--I'm so freaking proud of them for sticking through this with me the whole damned way.

But we're done. They're done. It's done and I can't squeeze in one iota more of doneness.

I could keep going. Because I'm sure this is going to sink in.

Any minute now.