I'm homing waiting for the arrival of the cleaning lady before I run off to work. This weekend, I am going to finish my spring gardening issues. I am going to sleep in. I am going to Cirque Du Soleil.

And, for my little piece of Switzerland here in Texas, I was flipping through Texas Monthly, and on their calendar of Texas events, I read "Austin: Red Bull Flugtag, April 26". I mean, it went so far as to leave the German name of the event. Flugtag. In case you don't remember from my experience with this almost a year and a half ago, you can read about it here, but I believe the title says it all: Of flying machines and cliffs. I wish I could go, but I have volunteered to be dispatched to the middle of nowhere Texas to help search crews look for shuttle debris during that week.