The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul: 5:15 am on a midnight shift

I rode 17 miles to make it to Griswold, Manitoba. If there is a further out of the way place in Canada, in a country that is out of the way, I do not know where it is.

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All the major forecast work is done, and we are just babysitting the data and the forecast and the radar, waiting, anticipating, hoping the day shift could not sleep and just decides to come to work at 6 and say, "Hey, why don't you guys just go on home? We got it from here." But, alas, that will not happen.

My partner tonight is one of the worlds most gentle people. He is the nicest person. And he is the one, lone, sole individual on the planet that is less focused than me. And I'm in charge. I have been prodding him all night to get his stuff done and he's turned simple things into ordeals.

O, Sun! Where is thy shine? O, day guy, where is thy pick up truck?

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Ok, I'm better now. Here's another little tidbit. Girls of mine, remember when I used to chase you down the hall and try to get you as the scary monster? And remember that used to, every time, catch my little toes on the door jambs and turn them 90 degrees to the side and black? And then after that I've done it many more times in kung fu and just being awkward? Well, I wanted them removed. They hurt, ok? They are mine and I want them gone. I spoke to the doc today and he said I have "hammer toes". The tendons have curled up and the cartilage is calcified and pulled the joints up to that the toes stick out at odd angles. All my shoes hurt. When I get back from vacation, I'm going to have surgery. He is going to take out the middle joint of each pinkie toe and then sew it back up. That will solve the problem. I wanted them removed so I could bring them to Nevada in alcohol and show every one.

Oh, well. Can't always get what you want.