Whenever I have a long weekend, the last evening before having to get up and go to work in the morning is always the worst. I get that dreaded feeling of NOT wanting to get up, NOT wanting to go to work - and I haven’t even gone to bed yet. Well, I got that feeling last night. Now I SHOULD have been all happy because the Yankees lost, but even that was overshadowed.

And now here I am. Getting up wasn’t half as hard as I always think it’s gonna be, and coming to work really ain’t all that bad. In fact, I’m not even sure why I get that feeling the night before.

Well, my parents are hitting the road tomorrow, heading out to speak at various churches, visit some supporters, hang out with Andrew in Indy for a day, and finally going to New York. The rest of us (sans Andrew) will be heading out to NY to meet up with them in a couple of weeks to celebrate my grandpa’s 95th birthday. I’m not sure I want to live to be that old.