That was the week that was
Apr. 19th, 2024 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoTuesday turned out to be not such a big deal. I clocked in for about four hours, did two fulfillment returns, cleaned up a couple of WIP returns, and clocked out in time to take two out of three from the Cubs.
Wednesday I packed up and headed down to Love's to tank up before heading down to Beatty. Gas was $4.05 after the $0.10 app discount; I also picked up a big cup of Diet Coke, a liter bottle of the same, and a couple of corndogs and headed down 95. It was an uneventful drive, and I checked into the Exchange Club with plenty of time to have a half-rack of ribs at Smokin' J's. The NSSAB meeting was somewhat interesting and dwelt more than usual with the sort of thing Arsen Darnay occasionally considered in his stories: how to safeguard future generations from the highly radioactive wastes generated by nuclear reactors and weapons? I'm not sure the NNSS really has that problem - most of the highly radioactive wastes have a short half-life, and the stuff that has both long half-lives and high radioactivity tends to be buried far beneath the surface. I spent part of the lunch break indirectly discussing the Coaldale Project with tribal liaison Richard Arnold, who suggested that the Duckwater, Timbisha, and Yomba Shoshone might be most interested - especially the Yomba, who are stuck out in the middle of nowhere with roads so bad that they had to use horses to bring in the votes.
After the meeting, I went to the Rebel for Diet Sprite and a couple of Bad Things, which predictably made it hard to get to sleep, but nonetheless I got up at 0900, did drugs, shot up my insulin, got dressed, and headed over to Denny's for breakfast. The Lumberjack Slam was probably more than I should have eaten, but at least I had the sugar-free syrup on the pancakes and an extra egg. Then it was off to Goldfield, where I wound up in the Clerk's office researching their brothel ordinance, which is a poor fit for Coaldale, but I suspect it won't be hard to get it modified to be more like Nye County regarding distances from other things and less like Nye regarding other restrictions on the staff.
I probably should have spent more time Thursday blogging, but I didn't. I did manage a post on Thursday and two on Friday despite taking time out to take two games from the A's, who are surprisingly weak despite having Reggie Jackson, Boog Powell, and a couple other sluggers and speedy guys in the lineup.
Tomorrow I think I'll get up fairly early, have pizza for lunch, and get my stuff from the post office. Thanks to some screwup, a couple of CDs and Komi Can't Communicate #29 got sent back because Amazon insisted on sending them to my street address, which is verboten. So when my H&R Block paycheck arrived (all ~$900 of it) I put $600 into my Savor card and spent about $50 to re-order the returned items.
Next week should be pretty leisurely, except for having to head down to the VA on Wednesday for a Thursday wound care appointment. This is good, because there's less than 90 days until Son of Silvercon and it's time to start hustling. Dan and I and maybe Jolie (plus a couple of new chums) will be getting together Wednesday night for a staff meeting, out of which I expect great things.
Wednesday I packed up and headed down to Love's to tank up before heading down to Beatty. Gas was $4.05 after the $0.10 app discount; I also picked up a big cup of Diet Coke, a liter bottle of the same, and a couple of corndogs and headed down 95. It was an uneventful drive, and I checked into the Exchange Club with plenty of time to have a half-rack of ribs at Smokin' J's. The NSSAB meeting was somewhat interesting and dwelt more than usual with the sort of thing Arsen Darnay occasionally considered in his stories: how to safeguard future generations from the highly radioactive wastes generated by nuclear reactors and weapons? I'm not sure the NNSS really has that problem - most of the highly radioactive wastes have a short half-life, and the stuff that has both long half-lives and high radioactivity tends to be buried far beneath the surface. I spent part of the lunch break indirectly discussing the Coaldale Project with tribal liaison Richard Arnold, who suggested that the Duckwater, Timbisha, and Yomba Shoshone might be most interested - especially the Yomba, who are stuck out in the middle of nowhere with roads so bad that they had to use horses to bring in the votes.
After the meeting, I went to the Rebel for Diet Sprite and a couple of Bad Things, which predictably made it hard to get to sleep, but nonetheless I got up at 0900, did drugs, shot up my insulin, got dressed, and headed over to Denny's for breakfast. The Lumberjack Slam was probably more than I should have eaten, but at least I had the sugar-free syrup on the pancakes and an extra egg. Then it was off to Goldfield, where I wound up in the Clerk's office researching their brothel ordinance, which is a poor fit for Coaldale, but I suspect it won't be hard to get it modified to be more like Nye County regarding distances from other things and less like Nye regarding other restrictions on the staff.
I probably should have spent more time Thursday blogging, but I didn't. I did manage a post on Thursday and two on Friday despite taking time out to take two games from the A's, who are surprisingly weak despite having Reggie Jackson, Boog Powell, and a couple other sluggers and speedy guys in the lineup.
Tomorrow I think I'll get up fairly early, have pizza for lunch, and get my stuff from the post office. Thanks to some screwup, a couple of CDs and Komi Can't Communicate #29 got sent back because Amazon insisted on sending them to my street address, which is verboten. So when my H&R Block paycheck arrived (all ~$900 of it) I put $600 into my Savor card and spent about $50 to re-order the returned items.
Next week should be pretty leisurely, except for having to head down to the VA on Wednesday for a Thursday wound care appointment. This is good, because there's less than 90 days until Son of Silvercon and it's time to start hustling. Dan and I and maybe Jolie (plus a couple of new chums) will be getting together Wednesday night for a staff meeting, out of which I expect great things.
