Now is the time when we relax

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.