Had one of the toughest workdays of my life. Not bad, just tough. Like shoving twenty pounds of sand in an eight pound bag, on triple fast forward. Everything important worked out, however, and I went to dinner with the Omaha Beach Party. Hotel now, packing, so I can get in bed in time to get up at 3:30 am and go to the airport to fly home.
A bit more later on various topics, if I'm awake and alert. Otherwise catch you all tomorrow.