And so the four day weekend went as expected. We spent far too much time doing stuff that doesn't matter. Blech. But I had a fairly decent time. I had a major/minor blowup with Black. Smoothed that over though. I rode a ride at the Fest that I shouldn't even have thought about riding. While I did manage to hang on to my lunch, I'm entirely not sure that was actually an improvement. Blech. I have nothing else to say but I realized that I needed to point out that I am still alive. And so, I am alive.