Does anybody really want to hear about a weekend spent in St. Louis working?  I didn’t think so.  I flew down there Friday, went out with the guys, and then worked until it was time to go home Sunday.  And there ya’ go.  The only news of note is that Gabe broke out of his kennel and ate a door.  You might ask “What do you mean, ate a door?”  I mean he ate the door.  Poor boy has been pooping sawdust all week.  Sigh.