Journaling with my ears on...

It's "my" hour to listen to the S/G loops and interpret. I'm working with Olga F., from California, who is a very pleasant and knowledgeable lady.

I got to work a bit late, the consequence of misjudging just how long it would take to get here, offset by a strong desire not to attract the attention of quota-hungry traffic cops. I'd slept poorly, though for a stretch my sleep was sound enough to miss Lee and Dwayne coming back home.

While I have reservations about leaving Dwayne in the house, those reservations are of a significantly lesser magnitude than leaving Lee here too. I've explained to Lee what I expect in terms of rent from Dwayne, but I honestly doubt he'll pay any part of it. Most certainly, if I have to pay off any utilities, which are still in my name (and probably unwisely so), I'll do so and terminate service.

I have got to quit hemorrhaging money.

I'm going to have to call Lee later on in the work day and talk to her about our departure. I'd ideally like to leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow, but even if we don't we cannot really afford to leave at noon, as that would require us to do the middle-of-the-night driving deal, which I'm not too keen on at this time.

* * *One of the essential pieces of information to flow from the ground to the ISS this morning was the results of the quarter-final matches in the World Cup. Korzun and Treschev appear to be the prime consumers of the news, and seemed more interested in the overall makeup of the final four (for the semifinals) than in the fact that the U.S. was knocked out of the competition by the Germans by a score of 1-0.

It's been quiet so far during the hour.

Cheers...

Another fire...?!

A new fire has broken out near South Fork, which is north of Pagosa Springs on Highway 160. It's been called the "Million" and is currently 0% "contained."


I've taken the liberty of editing a MapQuest map for this, my personal journal, showing what I believe to be the locations of both the Missionary Ridge fire (which is now apparently the most severe fire in the state) and the "new kid on the block." Fortunately, nothing seems to have happened in Pagosa in my absence thus far, and I will feel better once I am back home.

Cheers...

With apologies to Gordon L...

To the tune of Alberta Bound, with feeling...

Oh the city lights are burning bright, the humid wind
    is a-moving in, tomorrow, hey!, I'll be Pagosa bound.
Throughout I've done the best I could, the chow's okay and
    the pay is good but tomorrow, hey!, I'll be Pagosa bound.
No one-eyed man could ever forget the Rocky Mountain sunset,
    it's a pleasure just to be Pagosa bound.
I long to see my next of kin to know what kind of shape they're in,
    tomorrow, hey!, I'll be Pagosa bound.
Pagosa bound, Pagosa bound, it's good to be Pagosa bound.
Pagosa bound, Pagosa bound, it's good to be Pagosa bound.

Oh, the skyline of this Houston town is something that won't let you down,
    but they say you've got to live here for a while.
And if you've got the cabbage, man, you'll not live like a savage:
    there's every kind of thing to make you smile!
Though it's smoggy in the city and the streets are brown and gritty,
    And I know there's pretty girls all over town,
But living fast is not for me and the one I left behind me
    is the reason that I'll be Pagosa bound.
Pagosa bound, Pagosa bound, it's good to be Pagosa bound.
Pagosa bound, Pagosa bound, it's good to be Pagosa bound.
    It's good to be Pagosa bound.

Man, am I homesick, or what?

Cheers...