A Misspent Youth... well into adulthood

Heavy hangs the sweatband

Wednesday, March the 4th at 4:39 PM in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Nine (3 years, 2 months ago)

realize it's supposed to be "heavy hangs the crown", but a crown sounds pretentious, and a tiara just sounds confused, so I went the more informal route. My brother and business partner (same dude) took off for a two week party in Somaliland, aka Somalia, which he and I visited back in 2002. He's helping ready some living quarters for folks who will be living there for several years, and doing some network troubleshooting. In his absence, I get to put on the mantle of leadership. And that's how we end up with the sweatband on my head.

He tends to run the day-to-day client hand-holding, and I tend to build the things the clients are paying for. He also deals with employee issues and finances. I may work a lot of hours, but it's a pretty focused effort and it deals primarily with logical constructs, problems & solutions. He deals with the less definable business realities, and they are a total drag. My work is a slow-burn sort of stress. It can spike, but it's more like a low-grade fever. There's always code to write, bugs to squash, things to dissect and re-engineer. His stuff (now my stuff for the next 1 1/2 weeks) is this constant stream of e-mailed stress bombs and phone calls. Spike spike spike, goes the stress meter.

I don't think I've ever really taken him for granted, and if I have I certainly don't feel that way at the moment. My junk takes too long as it is, but combined with his junk... I just want to go home and put my face under the compound miter saw.

Speaking of which, I've got a fun bunch of photos to post. Some shots of our dumb cat Sam in the dryer, a few photos of the progress being made on our church ceiling(!!!), and some new shots of the windows being put up out at the power plant. Very exciting stuff.