I was done on Saturday night. I burned it on a disk and carried it to OfficeMax to have it printed out, but halfway there, I changed my mind.
After watching the Survivor finale tonight (yay, Aras), I sat down to check the formatting on the manuscript again—still there is this one orphan- or widow-like sentence that refuses to move off its page. But everything else still looked good.
Tomorrow morning I will carry everything over to OfficeMax, have it printed and then mail it. Whoohoo.
62,052 words in all.
Wish me luck.