I am fighting sleep. Don't know why I do that at times. I'm fifty now, soon to be fifty-one. I have to say, for all the guys I've heard say that they are feeling it, being older, slowing them down a little, I haven't yet. I guess I'm blessed that way. I'll take it.

For all of that, this has been one of the most physically taxing weeks I have ever worked. We have had steady, hot weather through this last week, up over the 'century' mark, and tomorrow is slated to be around 105 degrees. Until yesterday, I spent most of my work-week out of doors. Yesterday and today it was in/out, in/out. To top that off, we were a man short all week, and we loaded and delivered more equipment than we have all summer.

I am fine in the heat, as long as I hydrate consistently, but constant movement and exertion is wearing. I loaded some guys up yesterday who were at a loss for how to get 266 folding chairs and 27 --5' round tables into the back of their pickup. I informed them that they would be making three trips. I loaded the chairs for them using our dolly and pallet system, which is a fancy way of saying I pushed them up a ramp on a cart. I don't perspire a ton, but this time I was drenched.

I have consistently come home and laid down after showering and nodded off all night while trying to watch the Olympic coverage. My wife and I are pretty big on that. I prefer the summer Olympic games for some reason. Maybe because I don't like to be cold, I don't know. Right now though, shushing down a slope somewhere sounds pretty good.