Sometimes you just look around yourself and say to yourself you say, "Well. Here I am." That's what you do on Portage, Wisconsin when all you have is a bike and you can't just blow down the interstate to the next place of consequence. I will say that the google maps picture I stole from someone is beautiful. On beautiful Wisconsin Lake on the beautiful Wisconsin River. Imaginative, isn't it? Just like the Norwegians and Swedes that settled the place. Wisconsin probably comes from an ancient Norse word meaning, "Well. Here we are. What do we do now?" Or maybe not.
Rode ten miles. Watched some football. I picked Virginia Tech to beat Georgia Tech and they lost. Had 11 points on them, too, out of a possible 15. That hurts. Bishop Durfey is beating me in the Dirty Dawg game. Every Monday Kennedy Durfey walks into seminary and says to me, "My dad wants to know what it feels like to lose to him every week." I'm nice to Kennedy, but I will write bad things about Bishop Durfey in my blog and hope that some of those mean things get back to him....ahem.
Today, on my day off, I drove up to Blountville and spoke to a bunch of Boy Scout leaders about severe weather and how to recognize it's coming and how to keep scouts safe from their immature selves. Good time, but tiring.
Tomorrow, Loni and the Moffats are coming over for the lunch. Fish tacos. Loni and the Moffats. Sort of like "Siouxsie & the Banshees" or "Derek and the Dominoes" or...I don't know. The Coke Zero is talking.
Have a busy week coming up and I sort of dread it. Frustrating to be doing all this extra work, get a new title without the pay, applying for promotions and never being selected or even interviewed. They seem to be just shuffling people around and not willing to give any a break. But this agency is full of good meteorologists who got promoted into management and have no social skills and just became bureaucrats. Sigh...
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