Tuesday, November 7th, at 9pm, my 15 plus hour work days, 7 days a week, will cease. Four months ago, I was apathetic about this year's campaign season, but tonight I sit here sad to see it coming to an end. The candidate is an exceptional person, and just as important, so are my team members. Few people can make me want to get up at 5am when I went to bed at midnight after a full day. I will sincerely miss working with them.

Although a volume or two's worth of things took place on this campaign, it's better to keep my professional experiences off of the web until the election closes. However, I think what happened today can slide past my self- censorship.

I went to a supporter's home this evening with no more fanfare than should I be going to the local diner. I casually called her by her first name, Monica, when asking for directions on the phone, was angry when I ended up lost nonetheless, and was hoping to get back to the office before I even arrived. The only consequence was that, her last name being Getz, I decided to play a Stan Getz CD on the drive over.

The CD choice was appropriate.

I ended up spending an evening with a small group of people in the home of the late Stan Getz with Monica, his former wife. Of course, I didn't realize this until 45 minutes into the evening. It's not like the signs weren't there; there was the jazz room, an acoustic wonder that can hold a small choir, and jazz played in the background as guests entered the home. I'm blaming my lack of sense on lack of sleep.

The home is amazing. It shames most European castles. And Monica is amazing. Warm with a glow of confidence, she made everyone feel completely at ease. She enjoyed finding out that I am from Minnesota, as she has worked to export to Sweden one of the state's best products: Hazelden's effective chemical dependency programs.

I am very much looking forward to going to her holiday party this year.