It's been a long four days. I have my panel shortly and then I can hide myself away, as the Beatles would say.
Really, sometimes I think I would pay for someone to just come and hold me for an hour and let me cry all the stress out on them, while they said comforting things. And hopefully wore a nice soft flannel shirt. And brought me a cold washcloth. That's all.
Then tomorrow I can get up at 5 a.m. and drive the eight hours home. So I can, you know, do all that work I need to do for my real job.