Today has been a good day. I have successfully simmered down after The Great Notary Freak-out of 2010, and I managed to check off a few big things from my to-do list.

First and foremost, a huge thanks to all of you who commented, emailed, or called me to say essentially the same thing: “Catherine! Calm the heck down. You’re all in a tizzy for nothing!” Now, my intent is to do precisely what my wise grandfather suggested: to eat the elephant one bite at a time.

And the bite I took during my lunch hour today was truly one of the most thrilling events of my year thus far. I kid you not. People, I got to go to jail today! To be fingerprinted! When I walked into the sheriff’s office and asked the kind policeman how I was to go about getting this done, he responded, “Well, ma’am. You need to walk yourself right down that ramp over there and go to jail.” My face instantly lit up, and I power walked my seersucker skirted self right on over to the jail. As I sat on the cold metal bench, eagerly awaiting my golden opportunity to come, I am pretty positive that there were quite a few dudes in orange jumpsuits wondering “who is this giddy little girl and why is she here?” I had a great conversation with the chatty jail warden and left with a pep in my step and a fingerprint card in my hand.