It’s been simplistically hectic as hell.  there’s always something to do, some place to be, a phone call to make, an email to answer – you know the drill, you live it every day.  I made a zag into Vegas on Wednesday and had plans to meet Steve for breakfast at Mimis Cafe, along with a few other projects for the day.  The breakfast was great, the company was great, and then the exceptionally great part happened.  I told Steve I had to go to the old digs and load up some Windsor Stone to bring to the new digs.  He asked if I wanted some help.  Holy Shit!  A person that barely knows me offering to do real physical labor in the desert heat…unreal Lucille.

We hopped in the Steed and headed to the house.  When we got there, my son and Ryan were lazing around, but don’t worry, they didn’t laze too long with grannie cracking the whip.  My son asked me how the hell I got Steve to help.  I said he offered.  My son was between,’ he’s on drugs or really sick,’ and we were laughing our asses off.  True to his word, Steve carried stone, we got the back of the Steed fully loaded, and I took Steve back to Mimis where he’d left his car and went on my way to do other tasks.  We’re planning a hike the next time Steve’s in town and the heat is off.  The Steed was carrying a lot of frigging weight.  THANK YOU, Steve!  It took a full hour off of the chore.

I finished up my other projects, got a phone call with some bad news, and made a date to pick up Riot from school on Friday and entertain him for the weekend at my place.  It should be great fun, he hasn’t been out for awhile.  I told him about the scorpion when I talked to him on the phone, he calls them ‘scorpiman.’  The bad news?  Not to be discussed right now.

I’ve played mainly on Full Tilt Poker as of late.  I played the MiniFTOPS tonight, Omaha 8 or better.  Ground out about 3 hours in it and went nowhere.  I feel the urge to go play live again soon, perhaps here in the big “P” or I’ll make it a point when I hit Vegas again and have some spare hours.

It’s almost Friday, which means I have to be on the road to get the boy from school before I know it.  G’nite.