Sometimes when you open a window you get blown against the back wall

So the project I mentioned in my blog two posts ago? That depression over it was nothing. We've all but sent the signs to the fabricator, and now there are contributors who want to monkey with the information on the signs. Months into the project. A window was opened for them to have some input, and I completely lost it last night at work as the gale-force wind rushed in. Sigh. The design team that I've been working with for the last several months is completely finished (although they still have my back, thank goodness) and has moved on to other projects. This is not pretty. You simply can't produce a project like this via outside committee. It doesn't work.

So for now, I have on my wind tunnel outfit and my fighting gear, along with my diplomat face and soft voice. To quote Sandra Bullock's character in Two Weeks Notice, "We shall prevail!"

On a lighter note, my older son is going on his first Scout campout tonight with Ed and the other Scouts and their dads. I'm excited for them. I think Ed's a little overwhelmed, but it should be fun. Oh- and Ed's also having to deal with getting our tub fixed this morning (don't worry--we have a plumber coming). It's got a nasty leak, and the last attempt to fix it (by said plumber) made it worse, but only because the pipes are so old there really wasn't much he could do except come back more prepared this time, with more time to do what needs to be done.

We've been turning our water on and off at the main valve for the last week. It's been kind of like camping. But with heat. And a stove. And a bed.