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Ok, my wife is trying to kill me. So, just in case something untoward happens over the next few weeks, you will know why.

First, our week without children turns into a cleaning bonanza. Complete with trips to the dump, complete room rearrangements and a decision to switch our "den" and our "bedroom" rooms. Tons of work, little chance for rest.

Then, then. We finally get out here to West Texas. Beautiful. We drop the kids off at camp and begin our week of "reading" to prepare for Breadloaf. This morning, my wife asks, oh so innocently, "want to go for a walk?". Said walk turns into 2 and a half hours of pain, PAIN, as we climb a mountain. And we are in the Davis Mountains State Park, these are real genuine mountains.

I have no clue what tomorrow will bring. I will probably be told to jump out of a plane or something.