And as this day draws to a close, a sound mind and body drags wearily to bed.

Full mind. Full belly. Guilt-free. Conscience reveling in wonder.

And there is nothing to be ashamed about.

A tired man’s words are an awake man’s thoughts … to some degree. Short, simple, honest.

There was a lot of local fervor tonight: passion, excitement.

Eight hours flew by quickly.

“All the world’s a stage,” as Shakespeare states in “As You Like It.”

Tomorrow’s another act, more scenes. Let’s see how it plays out.