This week in my history.

Why my week sucked, and additional mayhem.

I have a lot of miles under my ass this week.

Sunday was the weekly trip to Pojoaque. I do this trip just about every Sunday in order to have my shit together for work on Monday.

Tuesday I drove back to Sanctuary in order to go to a concert that I have been looking forward to for quite some time. When I entered the door to Sanctuary I saw the Wife Unit on the phone and crying. Her father is deathly ill and deteriorating. I suggested we not go to the concert, but she insisted.

It was 50 miles each way, and the concert was a bit of a disappointment.

Got to bed at 11, woke at 4, left at 5 to drive to Santa Fe for work, left work at 1:30 to drive to Pojoaque in order to get things to drive to Albuquerque to get on a plane to fly to Denver for a meeting at Headquarters.

Thursday; Fly back to Albuquerque, drive to Pojoaque.

Friday morning I am waiting for over an hour for my employee to show up to let me into my office. I finally have to drive from Santa Fe to Pojoaque, (About 15 miles each way) to get the spare keys, then again for yet another meeting at noon in Pojoaque.

Then back to Sanctuary Friday night because Mrs. Troll went to see her father in Chicago.

To top the week off I was told that a very good friend has been in the hospital for almost two weeks. Shit. I can’t even go see him because he is in Amarillo and I have to stay here and dog sit.

When I arrived on the jobsite on Friday, things were not ready as I was told they were going to be and I made the site aware of my displeasure. This project is like a fat woman in a girdle and getting anything done is difficult. When someone does not keep on top of things it slows another trade down. I am not one for letting things slow me down.

I may not be popular, but I am determined.

Things are looking up now. I am warm, it is raining and not snowing, and the Mrs. got to see her father.

Happy Saturday, world; we are glad you made it!!