I am maybe the most tired I have ever been in my life. In the past 75 hours, I've slept 10 (yesterday, it was 5 out of 65, so the ratio's improving.) It is an emotional, bittersweet, challenging time, but I'm with people I love, in a place I love, eating good food, getting through the days. I have a paper to write, many pages to read, tears to cry, and a lot of ground to cover in the next week, but I still got to see the rosy sunrise reflect off fresh snow yesterday morning, and I know it will be okay. I just hope my body doesn't shut down on me before it's all through.