You know, 48 hours is too short. I skimmed the list of ACPT registrants during my return flight and circled the names of everyone I'd had a good conversation with. There were no fewer than 86 names. Another day would've been great—but the ACPT is just as exhausting as it is rejuvenating. (And four hours of sleep a night is hardly sustainable.)
I made it home by 9 p.m. tonight, but I'm too wiped out to write an ACPT wrap-up now, much less do more crosswords and blog about them.
See you here and elsewhere on the internets tomorrow!
