nearly, nearly, nearly

I am - what? - about four missing page numbers, and two sentences to add, short of a complete book manuscript (that's not counting the convoluted nightmare of picture permissions, but they're trotting along).  OK, and the acknowledgements to pen.  By now, I'm carrying around (in an Alexander Calder tote bag from Tate Modern) some very dog-eared and ratty pages with sticky notes and annotations - this is like a Problems bag - and I am beginning to feel (look? for all I know smell?) like a bag lady.  Yes, it's a little overdue.  No, I can't wait to have it all done ... onwards, onwards, onwards ...