Fuck, I'm tired after getting back and it's been almost a week!
I had to aid three burners with a broken automatic transmission and shepherd them from BRC to Reno. No sooner do they get all set to go when I get the phone call from the other direction - - the CORE project team from Midwest Burners is involved in a rollover accident on I-80 near Evanston, WY.
I let the first bunch go to Santa Monica (they made it home OK and in one piece the next day) and I'm doing the high-speed run thing down I-80. Two burners in Evanston are really banged up, one with two compression-fractured vertebrae. They were lucky, and I can get them home. The husband of one of them makes the same high-speed run from the other direction (in Kansas), and we work together to get the trailer back in shape. I tow it home for them.
Finally, I walk into my home at 9:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, five days after I left BRC and three days behind schedule. I have to work the next day. I collapsed after starting the laundry.
I still feel less than optimum. I need some goddamn sleep. Fuck.
Rue Morgue - '08, '09
Black Rock Beacon - '10, '12, '13, '14
(lux, veritas, lardum)
Bacon is forever.
Veni, vidi, pertudi. (We came, we saw, we DRILLED.) - BRC Division of Geology 2009-2014
I'm here until the serendipitous synchronicity is ubiquitous.