Blessed are the flexible...

It was 8:30 Wednesday evening. I had just rocked my baby to sleep, and was finishing up the story I was reading to Rose, when I got a skype call from A. Steve, who had gone out to T.G. with the dump truck had broken down on his way up with a load, and was stranded along the trail. He was bringing some supplies up for me on that load, so instead of going to bed like I intended, I packed up and headed down the trail toward T.G.. I teamed up with Michael who was also heading out for a load in his truck. It was kind of nice relaxing ride in the dark knowing that it was too late for cycles to be out, and the cool night air was rather refreshing. We got out there around 10 and were able to get the most necessary items on the 3 vehicles that we had. 2 guys were left with the dump truck to guard the cement and rebar that had to stay. We headed back up the trail and got home just after midnight. It felt so good to be home again, and I was really ready to hit the hay then! But Weston woke up and discovered that I had been gone, and thought that he didn't dare even sleep away from me for fear that I would leave him again! After about 3 tries, I finally got him to sleep sound enough that I could lay him down, and called it a day... Blessed are the flexible for they shall not get bent out of shape!