I have one last opportunity this morning to rearrange the cells in that very small part of my brain that's currently labeled, "Civil Procedure: FRCP & CCP" in such a way that when I shine the search light of consciousness on it in about 2 hours, it doesn't go slinking off in to the back of my skull in embarrassment, but rather stands up proudly and says "Yep! Abso-Freakin'-Lutely! We're here for you, Poobah! Figured out, it is! Make a hole, we're comin' through! Yee-Haw!". They're going to be just like Slim Pickens in the last scene of Dr. Strangelove, riding the tactical nuclear missile of Civ-Pro destruction all the way down to the paper.
Well, one can hope.
Best of luck to everyone on this last day. May it truly be our Last Day!