Been working on getting back in the early morning grove this week, as many of our stages seem to start at 9:30. On the plus side, this is also the most quiet time in the house (aka no one else is awake) and it is also much cooler (aka less oppressively humid). The morning will be spent organizing my crap, then packing it (I obviously have not started this, and still need to do laundry) and then burning some cds of cruising tunes for the drive. Perhaps a quick ride to open the legs before the drive, but I have other slightly more pressing things to do first. I'm definitely pretty excited to start racing. Apparently (according to 2 eye witness accounts) I was so excited last night while sleeping that I spent a good portion of the night either talking to myself (mostly incomprehensible gibberish) or falling out of bed and then flailing around. I have no recollection of the events in question, but can say that I indeed did wake up still in my bed and very rested. Oh, and I couldn't find any bruising. Don't judge.