The mission is over, although I don't fly home until tomorrow morning. I'm sitting outside my hotel with a Devil's Weed and a Quilter's Irish Death. The cigar rocks. The beer rocks even harder. The sun is going down over the Puget Sound.
Sometimes, all the running is worth it. I only wish the Ragin' Mrs. was here to share it with me. Ah well. I'll be back home tomorrow for another adventure.