I've been up for twenty hours. I'm getting a nasty cold. We got third tonight. This is not a bad thing. This is what we were hoping for. This is a great victory in its own small way. Had an amazing time at the celebration up in Manchester and found a shortcut home that cut what I thought would be a two-hour drive to under an hour. Sure, I leave New Hampshire in less than 24 hours, but personal grownth and all that jazz. All the staffers got their marching orders to satisfactory locations. Guess what? I'm working in Tennessee next week. Prolly in Nashville. Maybe in Chatty. I got offered a paid position, but turned it down because it's in Maine. I'll be home Sunday night and appearing at Joan's Super Bowl Throwdown at Castle Greyskull. Leaving Monday or Tuesday, depending on when I can get in to see the doctor. Remaining NH diaries posted soon. Everybody vote. I'm crawling my victorious ass into bed.