Another day closer to my sweetie coming home.

First of all, a hearty welcome to Leanna and Lance. Leanna is the one who scored a perfect layup for the other team, the only basket she has ever made in basketball. GO LEANNA! Er, I mean NO LEANNA!

Now that Beau and Stevie are doing better and TK is handling the manly things, like using an entire box of babywipes on a newborn's miniscule butt, Cindy can think about returning home and leaving the new family in each other's capable hands. I'm so grateful for the Bergers and how much they have done for Stevie and TK. I hope they know we would do so much more, if we were closer. We are trying to get out West as soon as is prudent. It's just up to the Lord to arrange a spot for me to work out there.

Worked today, normal day, except that our deputy regional director from Ft. Worth was there in the office. Spoke to the whole staff, and then a few of us wanted to speak to him one on one. Each one of us that spoke talked to him about "You Know Who". The office antagonist who hates the world and can find no fault in himself and who actually has tried to attack me a few times. He knows, though, that his tiny little girlie fists would do me no harm and only get him fired.

But I did actually express my interest in getting a promotion out "west" and he asked "How far west?" and I frankly answered that, my kids and grandkids live way out west and we'd like to get to Boise, Salt Lake, or Reno. I said I really liked it here in Morristown, and my kids are the driving force for me wanting to leave. He asked, "Apart from the situation here, what do you think of the Morristown office?" I said that it was one of the premier offices in the country and I love it here. But my family...He just nodded thoughtfully. I'm hoping he might try to use his influence to help me get west. He's the kind of leader that would do that. (He did say that I was considered one of the top two service hydrologists in the Southern Region. The other guy is an actual civil engineer and we two are like Kurt and me. Bookends. In fact, Kurt, he could be in the Kurt and Brian Club. His name is Steve. You'd like him. He doesn't live too far from Toad Suck, Arkansas.)

I went to a meeting at the Chamber of Commerce, advising them on local meteorology and climatology and air quality.

Then I came home and ate leftover KFC. Loni left me a really nice note on the fridge on a paper plate, all decorated with little hearts. I have the best daughters, you know that? They give me comfort in my "dog days of summer" years.

Then I rode 22 miles on the bike. I noticed that the seat had been moved up about ten inches by someone who really hates recumbent bikes. Just like the car seat after that same Goldilocks drove it. This brings me to the Middleofnowhere, Indiana (see pictures above. Boring. Flat. Ugly. I'm sorry. I can't live in Indiana. After a little rise in the prairie coming up, I could just coast downhill to Chicago. But no. I have to pedal.

Tomorrow I work 8-4, then Lonster Monster and I are going to see Harry P, and then I will try and ride some, but I work midnight tomorrow night. So goodnight.