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Windy. And, how. I'm sitting in the kitchen, looking at the grill cover billowing furiously. We have a large rock sitting atop the cover, but even thought it masses several times the weight of the cover, I'm not entirely sure that the thing's not going to just get shrugged right off, crashing down to the slab below. Our brief pre-Spring clearly isn't here now.

This is going to be be another chaotic weekend, though likely the last for a while. My wife is getting up at 5:30 tomorrow to gather up two other women and drive down to a town near Gettysburg, where the color guard championships are being held. It's going to be an all day event, and she doesn't expect to be home before midnight. My daughter goes to practice tomorrow morning around 10, and she expects to be home around the same time. Neither one will be coherent on Sunday morning!

In a little bit, some remodelors will be here to create an estimate for redoing our hall bath. It's not as major a deal as downstairs - mostly repainting - but it does have the potential for significant financial impact, as we expect to need repairs to the plumbing -- we think the existing john is slowly leaking, and has been for a while -- and we want to get an estimate for completely replacing the thirty-year-old tub with something a lot nicer, similar to what they did downstairs. We'd really like to make it a bigger tub, but unless we a) gut, in whole or part, the master bath (which is the smallest one in the house), or b) remove our sole closet in the master bedroom, I don't think that's going to happen. We also want to look into having the insulation in our attic reinforced, which is a major hassle because the only way into the attic is through my daughter's bedroom closet, with all of the heaving and hauling that implies. And the 'attic' is more a crawlspace than anything.

Last night, my daughter and I reviewed biology. What do you do when the teacher says something that sort-of but not-exactly contradicts the text?