I'm busting me bum to get done. Well, I'm trying hard to get beyond caught up at work. I can sometimes, but it's not working this time because he's dumping work on me as fast as he can crank it out. We're both going on vacation and need to be done. Kinda like "using a pail to bail on the Titanic", as I've been known to quip.

LF is finishing up summer camp and only has two days left of swimming. He's downtrodden, but he'll survive. He's looking forward to his accelerated class, seeing his friends, soccer, and finding out who his new teacher is. He's never played soccer, but our baseball coach ('member him, the sweet guy who understands kids?) is forming a team, and you know how I love that guy!, so we'll join his team.

The bathtub is almost tiled! Yea! What a b word! Then tile the floor, put up the moulding and paint the walls (thatÂs one weekend), put up the lights and mirrors (another day), install the sink, toilet, and put the door (another weekend). We could be done by the end of August. Could, but probably wonÂt. WeÂll see. Ed is mighty proud of his work. I've been working on the drywall stuff and the honey-do list. The week before last I sanded the ten million thick foot of drywall down to a reasonable roar, and then this past weekend, I replaced a broken window pane in the French doors, unclogged the disposal, replaced the flood light, cleaned up everything... new house soon.

Registered for 2 of my last 4 courses, and will file all sorts of graduating paperwork. All over but the shouting. School is so close to done.

The finances are in icky shape, and I've been working on the budget. I finally got a raise and every last bit of it is taken up with flood insurance (why? It's one square foot of the furthest, back most part of the property under the garage.) and taxes. Only $3000, but it's sucking the raise right up. Murphy's Law of money.