What a week. As the Finn once said, "There's no rest for the wicked," and that seems to be the absolute truth anymore. Between driving, running around, paperwork, getting things together, and a whole right host of other things, I've barely had any time to sit down and write a proper entry. Last night was something of an anomaly because I'd managed to free up some time and do something with it.

So let's see if I can do it again.

Lyssa and I got up at some point on Saturday morning, cold, shivering, damp in ways that H.P …