I was up kind of late last night, hanging out in the Logistics party, and didn't get to bed until 0230. Rose at 0830 to alarums and excursions - there was a misunderstanding about when we were supposed to be out of the Menominee room, where our dealers had been, and some confusion about other rooms as well. So I showered, dressed, grabbed the laptop so I could refer to the resume, and camped out in Ops. Which is now empty, 4.5 hours ahead of schedule. So I suppose I could go back to the room and grab all my stuff so that I can clear my room by noon before heading over to IHOP with the rest of the crew for the Dead Dog Party.
It's been another great Detour, our best so far. Next year ought to be really interesting - it'll be our last year in the Thunderbird. Truly, it's the end of the world as we know it. But I feel fine.