I'm at my house. It's 12:25 in the morning. It's tomorrow.
(And I'm suddenly feeling like I'm Frank Miller.)
I don't really know if the moment hit me. I'm way too pragmatic for moments like this at times. Part of me was still crunching numbers and making sure that there's no way the math goes wrong on this.
But between one phone call from my boss, one call to my mother, one concession speech and one acceptance speech that, God willing, I will never forget... the moment is getting through to me.
But as so many have said, and will say, we haven't made it where we need to be yet. This is just the beginning. The real work begins tomorrow.
But wait... I just said it's tomorrow, right?
Time to go to work.