No storm, just winter

I didn't do much of a job managing my tasks yesterday. In my defense I was feeling a bit yeech. Having a good bit of nerve pain. Just part of life, no major change or cause for sympathy. It was just enough to throw me off my game plan. What I should have took and went and did was power through it with the old Jedi mind trick and a helping hand from the Big Aircrew Chief, but instead I chose to be whiny and miserable and feel sorry for myself. So I hosed up my Jedi-do list and flailed around like a monkey bleeping a football.

This morning things haven't changed all that much with two exceptions. Still feel yeech. Still hurt. Didn't sleep well. The icing on the cake is that our "storm" blew in a lot of snow from the north, and blowing snow from the north causes snow drifts on the southern exposure of pretty much everything that pokes up out of the ground. Trees, bushes, clumps of grass, buildings, SJW's waiting for the bus to Cluetowne, and all like that. So there was a monster drift parked right in front of my car port in town, and it needed to be moved by the professional lifter and mover -- me.



What? The two exceptions? What the hell are you on about, can't you see I'm trying to, er, oh. Yeah. The two exceptions. Ahem.

I did the old Jedi mind trick and I had a nice talk with the Big Aircrew Chief. As with most conversations with the Chief, it went like this:

Me: "Whine."

Big Aircrew Chief: "Shut up. You know how this shit works. Get out there and do it, and do it right. I got your back, but I'll kick your ass if you don't unfiretruck yourself."

Me: "Aye Chief, and thanks."

Big Aircrew Chief: "Get the firetruck out of here."

The snow drift was easy to move. It might have been a big snow drift for a civilian or a mud duck, but it was less than a pipsqueak drift for a sailor. Ten minutes tops, including time to shoot a video.

Big Aircrew Chief: "Put that #$&@#&*!#$ phone away!"

Me: "Aye Chief, and thanks."

I headed out to the ranch. Roads snow covered except where the wind has scoured them clear down to the ice layer. Not optimal for driving. Especially for people who are in the middle of driving somewhere but haven't yet decided whether they actually want to be driving somewhere. Judgmental? Who, me?



Conditions suck, but it sure is pretty out. For certain values of pretty, but those values work for me.



Our chickens won the chicken lifestyle lottery.



Perfect conditions for shopping at the food store. Especially when you don't actually need any food, but want to get a bag of potatoes and two bags of trail mix. It's a form of insanity.



And that's it from here for today. I'm working on Super RBOC Part II and making some progress. For what it's worth.

Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.