I have cleaned up everything that needed doing except one scene that I avoided writing on every other draft because it's sticky and I have no idea what happens in it. Which I am not writing tonight. I will think about that tomorrow.
Anyway, I think I did everything that could have been expected of me today, and rather than die with my hammer in my hand, I think rather I shall go fall over and have a nice long winter's nap. Where's my kerchief?