I went home to St. Louis this weekend for the long Memorial Day weekend, and it was pretty great. More laid back than I was expecting, although we got a ton of different things done. None of them are the major things I’m always supposed to do when I’m home (work in the yard, clean out closets, rebuild/trash computers, etc.)

There’s been some hellacious storms in the midwest the last week. TV in St. Louis has already started referring to it as “the seven days in May.” Lots of tornados and flooding. My neighborhood at home looks a lot different with so many trees uprooted and big limbs down.

Got some sun at my brother’s Memorial Day party BBQ, but not nearly as much as Eric did in North Carolina. I also did not witness anyone having a severe medical incident at my feet. And I didn’t go golfing or take naps, so my weekend doesn’t pit so well against my friends, but I still enjoyed it.

Nate, cow-orker, is on vacation for the next three weeks while he goes and gets married. Chuck and I touched base at lunch, and we both spent the morning doing Nate’s tasks. You never really miss someone until they’re gone and you’re picking up their slack. I just have to deal with this for two more weeks — then I’m in Vegas, and Chuck gets both of our loads. Poor guy.

Vegas. Vey-gas. In 9 days. I’m pumped. I’ve been working on my blackjack strategy, and have a few betting strategies to use. I want to pickup a book on craps odds before I go. I also need money, but with the house sale coming up, I’m scared to spend greatly in Vegas. What I’m forgetting is I have a few hundred in nickles and dimes (that was going to be my new computer fund,) and Tedd still owes me for airfare, so I have enough money to play comfortably. Or at least on the scale of my trip last year.

The home thing is moving along. My inspection is Thursday morning, and then it’s another month of waiting. It’ll be here before I know it.