There's really nothing like finishing a full day of work, and following that up with a four-hour drive in a snowstorm. Last night I was beat. I slept in until about 9 this morning, and Barb and I went to breakfast. Then took the dog to the dog park for a bit of romping, and home again for a nice nap.

You know, the weekends are too short. I only have a few hours before I have to head back, so there's laundry, and the finding of the pants, and a few other things that I have to do.

Lots of dreams in the nether regions of Des Moines. Some of them about you.

No Pants tonight.