A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

I am officially back home after Gallifrey One and ready to write my wrap-up of the weekend.  Really I got back last night but didn't feel like typing anything because it was way to late.  Anyway, here was my weekend in rather bullet pointed highlights from each day. 

( Thursday )( Friday )

I have determined that carpentry is not my calling in life.

Went over to Karen's last night to see Karen, Vicki and the three kitties. I so need a cat. It's nice to see everyone after er, five, six, how ever many months it's been.

Today, volunteered at a hot air balloon festival to benefit some special school. I got to stand at the corner of the driveway and confuse drivers by telling them to go down to the next group of people in orange vests, which is what the would have done anyway except for the fact that I was standing there in an orange vest looking terribly official. I also got to stand there with some very dodge security people, one of which felt a need to tell me all about his previous job at a diaper factory.

Tonight out to the movies.