May 8th

There was a line.  A very pronounced one.  When I saw it I gasped and said "there's a line!" To be honest, it was more like "HOLYSHITTHERESALINE!"  Susana muttered something about a line at the same time, but I couldn't hear her over my own shocked volume.  My hand shot to my mouth and I backed away from the HPT like Superman avoiding Kryptonite.  Wow.  So many jumbled emotions.  How is it possible to feel unbridled joy, fear and paralyzing doubts all at the same time?