Casing the Promised Land

So dad's feeling better (though he did throw up again yesterday and had another of his claustrophobic panic attacks last night).

Today, while listening to my updated YouTube playlist (with some Lone Justice and Robert Randolph... check it out at the bottom of the page), I push through some coding work for the Army (adding some sort columns for a list interface).

Last night, I got video footage from Dean for more water polo highlights; I did some preliminary editing late last night, and I'll do final edits in the next few days... after tonight, of course.

In a couple of hours, I'll head down to Anaheim, where Lisa, Diana and the kids are already on their way. I'll pick up Lisa and head down to the Honda Center to get our wristbands, then at 5:15 a random number will be drawn and if we're lucky, we'll be allowed into the front area around 5:30... sure, it's a 2.5 (hell, who are we kidding? 3 at least) hour wait until the show, but it's a chance to be UP CLOSE.

With any luck we'll see something like this:


He'll be 30 years older, but so are we...

Then I'll drive back late tonight, so dad will be left here alone for the shortest amount of time possible (I think he's trying to get me to stay overnight by going for a walk this morning and running some errands as I key this in).