It's done
Reunion is finally over, and I'm too tired to think, so I'm going to just focus on moving boxes of various reunion paraphernalia around. I'm in the zone. I'm like a mom with her kid trapped under the car -- I can pick up anything. Just don't ask me to form a coherent thought, and everything will be fine.

We are all so exhausted, it's pathetic. My voice is giving out due to directing parade traffic solely on the strength of my ability to bellow. Driving home last night, I was so tired that the muscles in my legs were quivering -- I actually had to focus on keeping my foot on the gas pedal in a steady fashion.

In sum, I'm beat.