No, I don't mean final proof that there is a God or that we have monkey ancestors or that washing machines do eat single socks.
I mean final proof, as in, the last round of copy editing is done on the next Ethnologue. I just saw those words on a tiny post-it note written by our chief editor slapped on the top page of a giant pile of dog-eared pages.
It may go to the printer next week, and then in 6-8 weeks we'll have the 16th edition. It seems like just yesterday we went through this process, but, thanks to my blogging memory/history, it was indeed four years ago.