Having completed two weeks since returning from Ahmic, I suppose it’s time to regale the world with what I’ve done since.

In a word: Sweat.

It’s sooooo friggin’ hot in Georgia.  It’s no wonder that this state consistently ranks at or near the bottom when it comes to education.  Everyone’s brain is fried.  I’m not exactly certain how, but I’ve managed to keep my walking streak alive (sorry, Dianne – I don’t run).  Even at 5:30 in the morning, however, it’s hot.  And in the afternoon?  My car’s thermometer was reading 101 yesterday, as I was driving.

Other than sweating, I’ve been easing back into work garbage.  “Easing” may not be the best word.  “Hitting the ground running” doesn’t really do it justice, either.  It was more like, “I was thrown out of a moving car” when I got back to work.  I’m not sure how so few people can screw up so many things in such a short amount of time, but they did.  I came up for air somewhere around last Friday.  This weekend, I’ve mainly been writing updates to older programs (per requests), although today I got side-swiped by a new offering which is supposed to roll out to the public next week.  The call center isn’t prepared to handle it, so I’ve got 4 days to get 100+ workstations configured.

Tonight marks my return to hosting a trivia game after taking a few weeks off.  I normally spend Thursday afternoons thinking up questions, but I’m just going with database leftovers tonight.  No energy (or time) to think up questions and research answers.  I’ll throw in a couple of “Current Events” offerings, but I’ve got plenty of questions in the DB that have never been used.

This weekend, I think I’ve got plans to go see something with Jenny.  A play, I think.  Wait!  I know it’s a play.  It’s a Dunwoody Community Theater play.  And I don’t know which one.  Sorry, Jen.  It’ll come to me.

Next weekend, I think Brett and I are going to hike up Stratton Bald in NC.  I hope it’s cool.  Or raining.  Or that I have lots of bourbon.

That picture up there is just one of Chamberlain and me relaxing one day last week.  It might look like it’s been photoshopped, but we’re really and truly melting.

Shout-out to Cleveland!  One more day of GOPcon.  You can survive this!

So I’m back in the ATL now.

Cy’s pain turned out to be a tweaked muscle, and it should be fine.

On Tuesday, Cy and Jamie and I took a trip to Parry Sound to sell (and buy) some books, then did a bit of souvenir shopping and picked up groceries.  Got back to the camp in time for them to sit on the dock and me to take another nap on the farmhouse porch.  Renny made BBQ for dinner, which was excellent, and we finished out the night with a game of Oh Hell – I lost.  Again.

On Wednesday, I hit the road for home.  Took the western route and crossed back into the States at Sault St. Marie, then continued on a beautiful drive down through Michigan and Ohio, stopping for the night in Lima.  Got up early yesterday and completed the trip, arriving home at around 4:30.

I’ve managed to pick up a pretty bad head/chest cold (probably got it from Jamie, who was feeling bad last weekend), and I’m currently sitting in bed wondering whether or not I’ve got the strength to go grocery shopping.  My food here consists of a loaf of bread and 15 pieces of cheese.

So yeah.  I should go shopping.

If all goes as it usually goes, my house will be bombarded by the neighbor’s fireworks for much of today and I’ll worry that it’s going to start on fire.

This year, however, I’ll be worrying from the cozy environs of Ahmic Lake, and I’ll check with Jenny tomorrow (assuming that she hasn’t called me first) to find out if I’ve got a house to go back to.

Slept in the boathouse last night (like a rock), and woke up after 7:30 this morning.  Sleeping that late – plus the nap that I got on the porch yesterday – is finally starting to give me some of my energy back, as evidenced by the 14 miles that I walked yesterday.  I don’t even like to ponder what my sleep debt is like by the time I get to each vacation.  Probably about 7 years.

Cy had to head to the hospital in Huntsville this morning.  Hopefully nothing serious, but she’s got a pain in her neck (not “T”).  Probably a pinched nerve or something.  Here’s hoping those socialist Canadian doctors can take care of her.  No doubt, she’ll have to wait 17 weeks to be seen.  At least according to my oh-so-knowledgeable-in-the-ways-of-Canadian-healthcare buddies back home.

Had a swim after my walk this morning and the water is quite brisk.  It’s supposed to be pretty hot this week, though, so that might be a really good thing.