My apartment is silent, and the dawn is breaking just enough that the television, tuned to Fox News Channel, isn’t the only light source in the room. I crave to be back in bed; I certainly didn’t sleep worth a happy damn last night. But I don’t get that choice.
Today, I have to attend a day-long symposium for the American Helicopter Society’s local chapter. It’s directly related to our class project for IPT, so It behooves me to go and watch what’s going on there. I figure I’ll learn something, and in the more boring sessions, I have some SGA work to get done. I’ll have pen and paper and Visor, so I can get some good work done.
This thing gets rolling at 8:00 a.m. and runs until 5:30. I’ll get home tonight around 6:00 or so, I guess, and then I have to do a pile of last-minute packing. Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m., I’ll be at church, a luggage trailer tacked onto the trailer ball of my truck, getting ready to load out the kids from church so we can go to Camp Sumatanga for the weekend. So tonight is a night of packing and hopefully better sleep. The weekend will be a time of worship and reflection away from Huntsville, and you might not hear from me again until Monday.
By the way, I know that IJSM will be down for a goodly chunk of Saturday. Just so you know.