I can’t do this last post. I’ve started it six times. I’m going to write about not being able to write it until I get to the required word count and then I am going to bed. I wanted to get this done and be in bed by 10:30. I wasn’t even on draft two at 10:30. It’s too hard to think. It’s too much. It’s too big. There are too many parts. And I’m proud of a lot of what I’m seeing. I’m still real cynical about our chances, but I am proud. It’s cool. It’s better than we did. We being people of my general age. Anyway, hundred and ten plus so night night.