Normally that would be bad news, except that: a) I lost six and a half days to my journey up to White Plains, and b) it's not midnight, yet, and I might get another couple hundred words down before midnight.
This is me, boasting:

I will go celebrate, now, by eating a(nother) chocolate chip cookie.
Toodles!
This is me, boasting:

I will go celebrate, now, by eating a(nother) chocolate chip cookie.
Toodles!