At 5:30 in the morning…

… I can safely think of Saturday night as being over. And I’m both stunned and delighted at how blessedly quiet it was. As a matter of fact, both Friday and Saturday nights of this weekend were the two most peaceful, quietest holiday weekend nights I can remember since I’ve been living here. And I’ve been here nearly a decade now.

I wish I knew who to thank for this. Maybe I ought to make a few atta-boy type comments down in the market tomorrow. Of course, there’s always the possibility that that might jinx things. Hmm… Have to give this a little thought.

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