Busybusybusybusybusy

One more day before the Crew's trip to Philmont begins, and there is no more room in the schedule for this-and-that. The things that must be done will have to get done, without any more delay. Just once, I'd like to start a trip in some state other than on the edge of nervous collapse. Oh, well. All I can do is to pray the prayer of Sir Jacob Astley before the Battle of Edgehill:

O Lord, thou knowest how busy I must be this day; if I forget thee, do not thou forget me.