When you spend as much time on the road as I do, days of the week become irrelevant. Each day is the same.
Driving, documenting and trying to find internet long enough to get information out. Trying to get all the documents read that I need to review and get back out to others. Trying to finish reports and articles and get the data from each roundup and survey logged.
Trying to get the grit out of my teeth.
The layers of road dirt inside and out of my truck are like the rings on a tree. I can see my fingerprints from past journeys that cut through a layer to be partially covered by the next… the ones from past journeys harder to see than the newer ones. I never stay still long enough… do not have a place to unload and clean the truck to remove the signs of travel. And in the “spend energy on this task” department, it’s not high on the list.
The comments on Calico are due tomorrow. I sent out a fast version a few weeks ago that was published in a “click and send” on another site… but will add my comments in a pdf to WHE later tonight.
I will get the “report” up on the Kiger/Riddle into the WHE archive later tonight.
But it’s Sunday, I think…
I remembered to call my mom and kids… to let then know that I haven’t been bitten by a rattlesnake, broken down in the desert or wandering, having forgotten my name, from sunstroke yet.
You all know I have a long history with the now titled “Tri-State Calico Complex.” I have been out documenting what I can find… and it’s breaking my heart.
I will get that piece to you today… but for “Sunday” I will take a page from “RT’s” book of philosophy and post something to make you smile.
I played “hide-and-seek” with a marmot… I let him believe he won.