crunch time

At what should have been the most important camp meeting of the year, only eight of the twenty-five of us showed up. We soldiered on, but we're going to have to conduct a lot of business over e-mail that would have been a lot faster and more precise to do face to face. At least some of the absentees were home cooking and vacuum-sealing meals, but jeez, guys, priorities. Tonight I'll be home packing and cutting big holes in trash can lids.

I'm supposed be feature complete for the next release in two days. Maybe I'll make it. I'm not currently panicking about it, though, oddly enough.

Aw: My sister's gone.
Yay: There's a lot more room at the Abbey now.

maybe not as crunch as I thought

Hi Mom!

Hotel room reservation: moved later.
Early arrival pass: snarfed.
Solid waste paraphernalia: taken to load location, complete with my attempt to make 32-gallon lids fit 55-gallon cans.
Work: under control.
Space Virgins: working at the load location, but apparently not in need of my help at the moment.
Packing list: printed for the last time.
Tomorrow: pack.
Thursday: load.
Friday: spend time with Nibs and especially my boy, whom I've been neglecting since L arrived.
Saturday: zoom!