Rolling on....

So we go pretty much 7 days a week.

And I wonder if this is how people used to live...

Is it sustainable?

I don't even know.

In _theory_ on paper, we have 3 spare evenings a week.  But where do they go?

Busiest-week-ever Guilt

I have literally failed to prepare for this week so epicly that:

I"m supposed to be on-call, someone is covering for me and I don't know who
I'm IN THE SAME CITY as my Dad, and didn't know, and
I scheduled a major complex meeting for a day when I was out of town.

This is not so good.

Life is good when...

You're at work, which you love, with your kids, who you love, and you love that you can bring your kids to work on a Saturday and get caught up AND that you are only REALLY here at work working because the hockey game starts in an hour and you have seasons tickets and they're raising the banner for last year's championship and then your friends who have finally achieved a major life goal are in town to celebrate and see everyone...

Life is VERY good.

Wish my nuts-swelling would go down.  Stupid vasectomy