Looking back, I see that I have talked here many times before about that grand old publishing institution known as Launch (and it emerges that, somewhat embarrassingly, frivolous soul that I am, what I've talked about most often is what I was wearing for Launch. Ah well). But I don't think I've ever mentioned before the great joy of being done with Launch--of symbolically divesting yourself of the task of launching, along with actually divesting yourself of your fancy shoes and changing into your dorky sneaks along with your nice dress to walk home in. But now I have.
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