Seven Days. . .

So yeah, just got home from what may have been my roughest week.  Ever.  Not much to say about it now because it's after midnight and the only reason I'm up is because I'm doing laundry so the kids can take clean clothes when they leave for camp tomorrow.  Here are a few highlights:

Wednesday, Outside stage at The God and Country Festival:

Thursday, Downtown Nampa Nights.  (The band wasn't actually the Mystics that are pictured here but I guess I forgot to take a single picture of the band that really did play!):

Friday, All day double truck pack for 4 weekend events. 

Friday and Saturday: Rob, Tanya and Zach set up and run sound and lights for concert in Lakefork:

Sunday and Monday: Rob, Tanya and Zach set up and run sound and lights for concert in McCall:

Tuesday: Rob wakes up at 6:30 a.m. with severe cellular infection, goes to hospital in McCall, receives drugs intravenously, Tanya and Zach tear down show while Rob feels guilty in a drug-induced stupor:

And just so no one thinks that Kurt is a slacker, he ran sound for Chris August in Twin Falls on Sunday to a crowd of 1500+, set up and ran sound for the Homedale Demo Derby on the 4th of July AND drove all the way to McCall today with his kids to finish the tear down and to pull home the box truck and stage trailer. 

All in a week's work.

And now it is 12:45 a.m. and I have to sing at a funeral in the morning so I may (or may not) have more about this week later. . .