CHAMPAGNE FOR EVERYONE!

I haven’t posted in almost a week, but for once it had nothing to do with my incurable sloth. I’ve been very busy, you see—busy pinching myself, and waiting for ink to dry, and for my sense of unreality to dissipate. It hasn’t, but I can’t wait any longer:

It was number one.

All standard disclaimers apply. This is only a first step, editors may yet scoff or retch, etc. But I am…well, certainly there must be some stronger word than the anemic “happy.” “Joyous” doesn’t cut it. “Delirious” is probably as close as one word can come, but “gleefully nauseated” is more accurate still.

Details tomorrow. I think it goes without saying that I couldn’t have done this without all of you, but look at that! I’m saying it anyway.