I’m exhausted for reasons I won’t get into here, but hopefully it will have been worth the loss of sleep. Between company on Saturday and Sunday, Finn’s nightmare early Saturday morning (“I scared of frogs under the bed, daddy”) and a large, time-critical project, I got a total of about 8 hours’ sleep this weekend. But it was all good; the house is clean, we have a new (used) snowblower sitting in the garage waiting for reassembly, and we hosted my brother in law and his beau for lunch on Saturday and our neighbors and their daughter for dinner on Sunday.

Somebody in Baltimore thought it would be a good idea to host a Grand Prix race downtown in 2011, which means they’ve been blocking off and ripping up giant swaths of concrete and pavement throughout the neighborhood where my office is located. All of this means A. I won’t be in the city on the one day they run the race, and B. my commute has gotten interminable because every available artery coming north from I-95 is down to two usable lanes or clogged with people like me trying to find alternate routes.