 Yeah, my final thought is I'm exhausted, dehydrated, over-caffeinated, anxious, hungry, concerned about my flights. Feels like I've got a newborn baby in the house. Kind of similar feeling. I'm testing the limits of my endurance. So far, so good. But woe to the next person to cross me. Just think this, though. In just a couple of weeks, we get to do this all over again, except with people we hate instead of people we like.