I am staring down the barrel of the weekend and I am ready for it to let it blow. Waking up to a gray sky makes it almost impossible to get out of bed and drag it in the office for your last 8 hours of the week. In spite of the bleak sky I managed to roll out of bed, wipe the crust off my mouth and get out of the door to work this morning. As things are winding down here and now that the whole staff knows about the impending end of this era a feeling of exhalation is present in the office. It has been quiet and as productive as we could reasonably be, but there is certainly a peace that was not present before.