Whew!

What a whirlwind week. And it's still going strong, into the weekend. The past few days have been nuts. Tomorrow will be insane. Saturday will be non-compis mentis. I'm running out of psychiatric terms here.

Here's the agenda for tomorrow:
Job #1 until noon
Go pick up A. from the Sheraton Hotel so we can have lunch!
Job #2 until 4:30pm.
Change into sheriff's uniform.
Go see S graduate from the police academy at 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hopefully go out for dinner with friends and the baby, who will have been brought down here for us by S's friend, T.
Change out of sheriff's uniform.
Drop off the baby at J.'s house.
Me and S go see A. and his mad trumpet/flugelhorn skills rock the house with Tower of Power!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (They play at 11pm, good lord!)

Right now as we speak A. is playing with TOP at the New Orleans JazzFest. A. said he'd never heard of that festival. I asked him if he'd ever heard of this instrument called the trumpet or if he ever heard of this great jazz music school called the University of North Texas. I said he didn't deserve to go to JazzFest and that I should go in his place.

Saturday I'll barely have gotten enough sleep before I have to trek up to The Woodlands for the annual High-spanic Health Coalition Board of Directors' all-day retreat. S and the baby may come with me if we can figure out the logistics. Sunday should find us with L. and her man at their new apartment, grilling and poolside. Damn, I needs a vacation. Good thing that's coming up next week!