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I enjoy having a packed schedule. It makes the down time more enjoyable and keeps me from wallowing in too much madness. Unfortunately, a packed schedule often comes with the stress of those things that are packing the schedule as well as the guilt that comes with the fact that many of those things pull me away from my wife and daughter.

Last Friday was nice. I wouldn't have minded a few people coming over to goof off. But, as it was, it was just Jess and the baby and I, and that was just right. We watching the debate, discussed the heights of the candidates in comparison to those in the Koreas, and bragged about our own bracelets.

Saturday was supposed to be filled with family and parties and friends. As it turned out, Jess had an infection in her hand that was working up her arm. It was too serious to ignore so we called a emergency clinic who told us to go to the ER. 6 hours later, they did nothing for her but write a prescription. Later that night we got to spend some time with a dear friend of mine who is moving to Florida. She will be sorely missed. It was nice to spend some time letting loose.

Sunday my Dad and my brother and I met Johnny and Justin out in the sticks of DFW to work on the scaffolding for the Arc for our camp at Myschievia this year. (If you're not going to Myschievia… WHY NOT?!) I can't say it was "fun", but I left with some work being done, a trailer full of parts, a very good plan, some sore muscles, and a tight sunburn. We headed back to my dad's for dinner. Then goofed off a bit before meeting Johnny and Skwid for coffee and then heading home.

Tonight we're working on the top part of the Arc. We're all gathering at Justin's place.

Tomorrow is a prep day: house work, cleaning, and such.

Then, Wednesday, I pick up my mom from the airport. She's staying for a week. Weee!