Ground Control to Major Dale

We're getting ready to retract the gantry, which is all that restrains the lean, mean fundraising machine at NCPR. Organized, busy, determined, maybe a slight bit maniacal--it's like the flight ops center before a moon launch around here. People whip up and down the halls, focused, too busy for chit-chat. Joel has a headset on one ear and a phone in the other, staring at the waveforms of promos on the screen. June is vibrating at a frequency so high only dogs can hear it. The thank-you tanks are loaded to maximum capacity with mugs and member paraphenalia. Website? Website green to go. Pitch room? Loaded. Pastry product control? Optimum. Caffeination? Roger that. T-minus three days and counting--then we fire this puppy off. Thanks to all for the high-gee ride.