Last Sunday, I turned in the revised version of my Joan of Arc chapter to my dissertation advisor. Approximately five minutes ago, I pressed "send" and gave her the revised version of the Margery Kempe chapter. Eight days. This definitely falls into the category of things that I am glad to know that I can do, and yet hope to never repeat the experience of doing.
And now, I am going to go collapse into a babbling puddle of exhaustion. I may later attempt to revivify myself with chocolate and Buffy.