I think "tired" explains it all

Tuacahn ends this week. "Praise the GODS..." (as quoted from Aida). I am so glad it's over. I truly loved Aida, but I can't take the late nights anymore. It'll be nice to be home (or back at the gym). I have not made this a private blog yet (obviously) because I haven't had time. I have frantically been getting ready to go to Napa, CA to visit my Grandma. It has taken a lot of work to get my jobs settled before I can go. Sub problems up the wazoo (what is a wazoo anyway) and plenty to do to prepare for the first SUPAF mailing of the year. Not to mention Mike came down with something last night and is now feeling really sick- that and he hit his ankle up against the dishwasher and is having a hard time walking with his lovely swollen ankle. Every sign points to not going on this trip, but I wouldn't miss it for anything. Anna is so excited to ride an airplane and I am astonished at how well Tyson is taking all of this. Mike is taking him to Vegas tomorrow and they are going to have some fun- just the boys- so he really doesn't care what Anna and I are doing. This is one of those tangent posts with no real direction (I'm sure you've figured that out by now). I have to go pack and have everything ready before I go to Tuacahn tonight. I have no motivation to do anything right now which is why I am sitting here typing a post that really has no meaning and will not be worth anything in the records of our family. Well, it may come in handy when my kids are trying to put me in a looney bin later on in life. It will be another bit of proof that I can't complete a thought and I really am crazy. Ok, maybe I should stop now and go do the things that HAVE to be done before my plane takes off tomorrow. Sounds like a plan.