Saturday, November 3, 2018
GAF Meter still on the left peg. The Evil Party has pretty much expended everything they had, and achieved nothing. Whether the Stupid Party can manage to squeeze out defeat from the jaws of victory is an open question. Tuesday evening should be epic, either way. I don't think we will have business as usual, no matter what happens.
1) Fall fell, right on time, like it does here, the morning after Halloween.
Fans to storage, space heater out and cleaned off.
Still t-shirt and shorts weather in the daytime, but breezy and cool at dusk, and chilly late at night.
And I'm a night owl, by decades of trade and predilection.
2) Cleaning here at Castle Anthrax is Spring and Fall, not just Spring.
Fresh batteries in the smoke and CO detectors, fresh chemlights over the doors, change out the go bag clothes and update the supplies that need it, inventory the stores on hand, and make note of what needs stocking up for the rest of the year.
I'm big on canned goods, both individual serving-type, as well as #10, and green ammo-.
3) Long-term project: Camp Snoopy, has hit a snag, as one of the desperately short-staffed ERs I work at has decided they're not that desperately short-staffed after all. (They are, but jettisoning my contract saves them more than firing two regular full-time staffers, for zero costs. Other than being short every night from now until New Year's, but budgets have to be met. They'll come crying back on Jan. 1st, like they do.) This is why I take Spring contracts, and prefer to pass on ones in the Fall. They'll do last-minute number crunching, then decide to do exactly what they did.
4) The Tank needs some minor engine work, but it can wait until paychecks get predictable again.
5) A solar project and a better genny can wait a bit too, and it doesn't look like I'll be nailing down that HAM license before 12/31. There's always next year, and food and monthly bills take priority over a ticket.
6) Baby Brother seems to have finally unloaded the 1903A3 I'd left on consignment, so Christmas shopping should be more fun.
I have the needs taken care of in the toy safe, so I may indulge a want or three.
Or turn The Tank, which formerly hauled my mini-ER to TV and movie gigs, and a sand buggy, into a dedicated homebuilt RV. Nothing fancy, just something in the bed I can overnight in, wherever and whenever the necessity strikes. It would be nice to have an off-the-ground mattress available rather than choose between either a sleeping bag on the ground, or relying on the local innkeepers'.
If I had the final relocation plan fully in place, this would be the time I spent cutting wood, churning the last of the garden into compost for next year, and setting aside a hog and a couple of sides of beef for the year.
That day cannot come soon enough. When Orange Man goes away, or the economy finally craps the bed, like it will, things are going to get medieval. I'd much rather be behind twenty acres and a berm at that point, than stacking sandbags in town.