No time for talking. Work is a drag. Tons of stuff to do. I am having to get up EARLY to go to meetings that are in the middle of nowhere at mine sites. These crazy miners start work at 7, and the meetings are soon thereafter, and I live at least 1.5 hours away. Last week I woke up when I was supposed to already be gone. No shower for me. As Steve says, good thing the meeting was at a mine. All these meetings (I have another one tomorrow, yippee!) mean that Steve gets stuck walking Rey. At least I was able to give him a bath yesterday at the wash your own dog place that just opened near our house. Now he smells like dog AND honeysuckle.