Monday morning, 11 am--that's 11 hours and 12 minutes from now. It's not the be-all and end-all: the meeting could go well, and Scholar's Cup not work out. Or, the meeting could go poorly, and Scholar's Cup still succeed. So many paths possible.
I go to bed a little dizzy and a lot hopeful.
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