Last check in the mirror. I think I got everything right. I—
No. I need to stop fretting. The evening will be fine. That’s it. That’s all there’s to it. So I should go downstairs—
Wait. Kate called last night saying she’d be half an hour later. All dressed up and nowhere to go for the next 30 minutes, I guess. Am I going to wear out the carpet, or…
Might as well grade some of those tests. At least that requires concentration.