Detour around heavy rain
I firmly believe that the “six o’clock news” should start at six o’clock. Not “six oh one” or “five ninety-nine”. In the case of a breaking news story, I will allow minor fluctuation. I do not consider that some people are running around after a soccer ball to be an acceptable derogation. Is that clear? And now I discover that we are facing weeks of crazy schedule derailing. This is wrong, on so many levels!
Back to reality. That’s where the stupid display device that I put two days of my life into trying to debug turns out to be malfunctional due to a bad firmware load from the manufacturer. Some guy spent the whole day (in my cubicle) TRYING to restore order in the universe. It didn’t work, and now I’m a whole day off the beat. A day I no longer have as an extra!
Tried to detour around heavy rain (on the bus). The schedules are also detoured, due to some random construction, and I had that creeping moment of suspense when an unfamiliar bus headed out onto the highway. He (the driver) then doubled back on his path, and all worked out in the end, but I’m far too old for surprises of that sort. At least put a routing diagram in the shelter, or announce to new faces that we will make the rendezvous point.
The broken summer chair can be repaired, if we can find some longer stovebolts. Add that to the project list, short term. I’ve got others; this one will mean the difference between standing or sitting by the campfire.
