I’ve spent the last three days doing some work for my brother-in-law’s new office. I put in a new phone system and helped some nice guys from a Des Moines tech company out of a jam by configuring their network switches. by the end of the weekend, I’m a bit tired of looking at a computer screen or thinking about technology.

Tammy and I are still in Des Moines for swhile longer. We’re making a run to the local upscale mall so I can say ‘hello’ to the Apple store and she can make a return or two. We’ll get lunch, fill up with gas and ice and then head home.

I feel like a smuggler; I have sweet corn a rye whisky in the trunk.

I’ve been finding that the more I exercise–no mattter the time of day–my internal clock gets more accurate. I woke up at daybreak after spending the night in a windowless room. Weird, eh?

From here to there and back: “To paraphrase a friend, every family has its own level of disfunction; those who say their family doesn’t is just lying. It is so true – I saw every bit of it firsthand over the past week. But it’s what you deal with. And in the case of my family, it just adds to the … well, we’ll just say ‘character’ or ‘color’ of the group.”