My energy level, that is.

Saturday was spent ripping carpet up in the other house and removing tack strips. It took longer to do the tack strips than the carpet, and I'm just increibly grateful that Kelly (the future tenant) came over to help me out. By the time I got home many hours later I was sore, exhausted, and filthy.

Sunday was a lot better and I managed to recharge quite a bit. In the afternoon I went over to the local B&N and met Andy Fox, author of Fat White Vampire Blues. Andy's from New Orleans, and he and his family evacauted for the storm. He's made several posts about his experiences on the Night Shade discussion forum on these two threads. It's pretty interesting reading.

Anyway, Andy's a super nice guy and we chatted for close to an hour while we took turns chasing after our respective monsters.. er, I mean kids. He told me about a writers' group in the New Orleans area that sounds like it could be really useful to me, so I'm definitely going to check that out.

Jack and I didn't do anything all that strenuous the rest of the day--watched Desperate Housewives, and then Grey's Anatomy. Then, like the old farts we are, we went to bed.

My call week started at midnight this morning, and at 3:30 AM I got called out to a business burglary. [groan]. It only took an hour or so to process the scene, but of course by then there's no way to go back to bed, especially since I have to be at work at 7am. I had just finished writing the report on the burglary when a call came out for an unclassified death. That took up the rest of the morning, and as soon as I got back I headed to lunch. Ate way too much, and now, between the full stomach and the dearth of sleep, my energy level is sinking like a stone. Hopefully tonight people will decide that it's too cold and wet to commit burglaries or die and they'll let me get some sleep.