The other daughter threw up in bed last night. This plane ride is shaping up to be awful.

Sick kid all last night...loooots of cleanup. Ugh.

Three days until I hit Minnesota. I'm thinking the 11th for CdL/WGOM people, and maybe the 14th as well if others can't make the 11th. On the 12th I think I'll see my friend Cheryl ("I wish I had a beard" from that commercial a year ago or so) and some other actor-types. I hope to see a lot of you dudes. I also hope I don't stay sick throughout it - I woke up with something yesterday.

On days like this - commemorations of American hardship - I don't have the scope necessary to do the date justice. Perhaps nobody does. Regardless, I shall acknowledge it.

Can we do it again?! I'm thinking not.

Tonight I help run a game night at Luke Air Force Base for the dome dwellers who have no families of their own and elect to stay on base to watch things. This is always one of their favorite events; depression is a bigger factor there than many would realize (there were two suicides in November, for instance). I get to do this through my company. I don't get a chance to volunteer for worthwhile things often, but I'm looking forward to this.

Last day of an eight-day work stretch! This time of year, that's a lot more draining.