Furlough, night one. A lazy night drive, a stop off at Sonic for tots and limeade, leads us to north Georgia.

Most of the wedding party is out making a late-night run to Waffle House. I need sleep more than I need caffeine, so I'm staying here at the house instead, winding down slowly and typing myself to sleep. Jeff has the video camera and I trust he'll capture anything that's awesome.

Oh, my dear little librarian. You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering.
- from The Music Man (thanks, Katie!)

Or ...

The cheese dances in the park after the seance.
(Thanks, Rachel. We'll come back to this one in a few months.)

Sunday: with Drupalcon having ended, we check out of the hotel, struggle to find food, and stagger home.

Final day of Drupalcon. Documentation sprint, last lunch at Old Dominion with new friends, followed by a sprint north to Silver Spring for barbecue with David, Katie, @vulcansmuse, and the Frankenberrys.

Drupalcon. Final day of sessions.

Second day of Drupalcon sessions. Beginning to think I've got the hang of this.