Well, let me tell you

Stick a fork in me, I'm done. The thing is boxed up, "palletized" (which is a word I'm sure the OED doesn't know about yet), and waiting for the Prez and CEO to send it on its maiden and final voyage to Washington, DC tomorrow evening. There is a going-away party scheduled for the back parking lot, near the loading dock tomorrow afternoon (weather permitting) to allow us to bid the submission adieu as it's sent on its merry way. Thank my stars it's over. Any more of that and you would have had to put me down.

I'm a little giddy, I think, because of the lack of sleep and the heightened emotions and adrenaline, et cetera, et cetera of the last couple of weeks. As I've said in this blog before, there's always kind of a let down when these things finish and leave our midsts. It's like we climb up this really steep and treacherous hill hoping to see a beautiful vista on the other side and we wind up looking at Manteca or something. (No offense to any Mantecans. It was the first place to come to mind. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.) The ship leaves, our blood, sweat, and tears staining the passengers, and we turn to look at each other like, "OK, now what?"

Now I take a week off, get totally pissed for the New Year and spend some time recovering. Oh and I have to do laundry, too.

I was silly enough to write this at 6:57 PM