Wish me luck. Sunday, my boss and I are off on a business trip to Casper. What a drag. Casper, Wyoming in January - a real vacation hot spot. I mean, Casper is barely tolerable in the summer. We're flying in, assuming a) we don't miss our initial flight, b) we make the connection in Denver c) the planes are flying at all. I reserved a Subaru Outback in Casper in case there's more snow. I'm dreading the entire experience.

The real aggravating aspect of this is one of the positive things about coming to Baltimore was the chance to attend the March for Life. Of course, it is Monday, the very day I'll be suffering in Casper. I'm so disappointed. I've been wanting to come to DC for the March for years - my parish is sponsoring a bus - I could have gone without any hassle at all, except for getting the day off of work. Oh well. I could have gone to the Monastery and helped with the tours, even.

Oh well. What is it they say in the recovery programs? "Coulda' woulda' shoulda'" as a way of stopping a person from having lots of regrets. Well, I bet I'll regret this trip. :)