 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. And a 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.