I’m in an off mood today. Really, I’d classify myself as being off. Not just a mood, a sense of being. I guess that’s what happens when you are entrenched in your second week with no days off. This weekend was a success, but tramping about for 8 hours in the cold damp assessing buildings does wear one down. Especially when I think ahead to next weekend, where I have to make a trip for work on Saturday and a trip for family on Sunday. The 29th, which is the next day where I have nothing scheduled, seems a long way off. Forgive me if I start to babble incoherently at anytime within the coming weeks.