I'm not sure where my head is at, but I am sure that where it is at is not a good place!

I can't sleep, for the battle rages within. When I can relax, (like watching last nights NASCAR race), I repeatedly dozed off, but when I went to bed it was toss and turn.

I am fearful the weather is going to be a problem at the jobsite. Saturday saw no measurable precipitation, but contacts there said you could cut the air with a knife. On-line area newspapers showed wet streets. The forecast for today and Monday calls for rain followed by a chance of rain on Wednesday.

We definitely don't need to be carrying a full slate of employees when there is no work to be done. That might get me called on the carpet.

Let's hope I am making a mountain out of a mole hill.

It has been absolutely wonderful being at home. Walking in the house last night (or early this morning, to be correct), the smell of fresh paint and the familiar settings were a sight for sore eyes. While the houndgirls had finally relegated themselves to a road trip they weren't happy. The two older hounds were miffed because they were up past their bed-time, the two younger pups were miffed because they were confined to a vehicle. ALL of them were surprised when we let them out at the house!

Saturday was a really nice day and Krl left the backdoor open so the hounds could come and go as they pleased. She was very surprised how little time they spent outside. It was almost as if they were satisfied once they knew no-one had stolen their yard.

I made two treks outside the house. I met a truck at the shop at nine this morning, only to find that the parts needed to make the necessary repair were not in stock. They will arrive Monday morning and we will have to schedule the truck in the shop to install them. The second trek was to the grocery store. Either we took, or had depleted many essential items. I made a dash and got paper towels, paper plates, toilet paper, and something to put on Saturday nite's menu.

I did expand my grocery run to include a parts house. Early Saturday morning, just as we exited I-20 coming into Abilene, we were pulled over by a DPS Trooper. He must have been a lonely man because he stopped us for a license plate light. It has a new bulb and is working now. That is one thing I have never understood, why make the license plates reflective if you ar going to shine a light on them? thank goodness it was only a warning!

I was lucky enough to find a bag of Jimmy Dean's Skillet breakfast mix in the freezer Saturday morning and a quick count revealed six eggs in the fridge. Just enough! I had it going when Krl woke up!

We have been gathering up items left behind. Equipment chargers, clothes, and tools just to name a few. Some items remain to be found. I guess when I packed them in the big trailer and the company truck I hid them good.

One of the most pressing issues is the mail from the company mail box. I have been expecting quarterly reporting forms. I am hopeful that we can catch our neighbor and borrow the key back. Trc has the other one.

Krl had talked with Trc and she said Kat had been busy. It seems the Abilene Fire Department had a coloring contest for ALL the second graders in Abilene. Kat won it and is now sporting a new bicycle! Way to go Kat! Meme got to talk with Kat and Le. Meme reported that Trc is not feeling well and is scheduled to go to the doctor Monday. Preliminary diagnosis calls for some surgery later this month.

I did talk with Memama. She was visiting with Kyle Patrick Henry so I made my call quick. She told me he had not quit talking since he got there. I guess that's a good sign. It is funny that so much of what goes on out there at the jobsite has become old hat to us veterans while a rookie is pretty much in awe. I figure Kyle Patrick's first big test will be when it comes time to return to the jobsite. Will he or won't he?

FATHER, cover me.