Goodbye, cubicle, hello, office. Some words from Wordsworth seem apposite:
I breathe again!
Trances of thought and mountings of the mind
Come fast upon me: it is shaken off,
That burthen of my own unnatural self,
The heavy weight of many a weary day
Not mine, and such as were not made for me.
UPDATE: Many, many thanks to those of you who have left comments and sent emails of congratulation. I'm overwhelmed and humbled. See you all in Boston this November!
CB: Drop in for a cuppa anytime. Mike H.: Email me and let me know what you're up to.