It was a fine, fine morning. I woke up, bathed, dressed in one of my nicer shirts, put on my overcoat, grabbed my umbrella and went for a walk. Along the way I stopped for breakfast (at Burgerville, if you must know). After a while, I turned around and came home.

The fact that I walked, in the rain, to the Convention Center an entire week early has only marginally dimmed my overall mood.

Make of that what you will.