When I looked at my July Calendar and realized that it was shaping up to be a trainwreck, I needed to throw some switches and reroute some trains to keep from causing a mid-summer disaster.

New laptop configuration and breakin period.
Astros games.
Anniversary.
Relay for Life sim plan and execute.
Possible self-paced classes/certifications.
Trip to Sequim.
Possible trip to Biloxi.
Possible early August trip to Vegas.

After looking it over, RFL is the train that can be rerouted and save the rest.

They're all good people trying to do some good together, although a little... fanatic about it at times, but I don't feel any overwhelming wind-rushing-through-my-hair heart-pounding desire to be a part of it.

My mouth isn't foaming at all at the prospect. My eyes are not rolling with fervor, vim, and vigor.

In fact, with every blue notice popping up about someone de-rezzing their hair for 5,000 lindens or a marathon of deejays or auctioning someone's shoes... AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH! CUT IT OUT!

They don't need this temperamental maverick builder as a frustrating, foot-dragging accomplice. I'm not fanatic for the cause to the point these folks are.

Good luck to y'all.