I stay up late to watch the election and feel both suspicious and dismayed with the unfolding events. The pace is mind-numbingly boring. I’ve got ABC, Fox and NBC on Youtube live streams and I switch between them when the commercials come on. But nothing is happening. It is like a news blackout, news trickling in, same tired scenarios being discussed.
And the president is doing better than expected. This is not going to be over anytime soon.
I go to bed unsatisfied.
In the morning I have to get up early (for me) and get a family of rodeo goats on a truck to a farm somewhere near the Big Nickel. I should have made better arrangements with the truck driver. “Between 8:00 and 8:30” is longer than I want to be hanging about with a pen full of goats.
Still in bed, as the coffee is brewing, I text the truck driver and ask him to text me when he is 15 minutes out.
He texts back, “I’m on my way”.
That’s helpful. It would be excellent if people were a little more considerate with my time and space. It would be excellent if people could see the big picture, or at least see what’s beyond the end of their noses.
Yep, I’m sleep deprived and cranky and the rodeo is still going strong, pandemic proof. Turns out people cannot get enough of this sort of thing, which is good ‘cause I like to be busy. It is going to be a long cold winter and I need to keep busy.
I might have to paint the house if I’m not too busy. It needs it, but like most things of this nature, I hate to start something without a clear end point. I know from past painting experiences that one room leads to another and I end up painting the whole place.
Well, like I said, it needs it.