The animals are conspiring against me. As I drive, they jump out at me, left and right. The deer have always had it out for us. They could care less about your piece of metal traveling down the road at an average of sixty miles an hour, and I have always looked out for them the best that I can. Now it’s cats and squirrels joining the battle. Most of them have come out to a draw. At the last second, they appear in the street. At that point, you just keep rolling, hoping you see whatever it was in your rearview. So far, so good.
Renee will be spending the remaining days of her trip in Thailand, and I am insanely jealous. She is way ahead of me in the race of continents. After this, she’ll only have one more to go before she has been to all of them. I have four more left. I don’t think she counts Antarctica. I do.
I have an official job title at the station now. I had one before. “Professional & Scientific: Misc.” Legally, they could have made me do anything they wanted around here. “I.T. Support: Level One.” So basically, I’m a labeled computer nerd. This doesn’t get me out of the rest of this whole broadcast engineering fun we have going on here. I’m still doing my thing, not that many of you really understand or care to know what that means or is. The best way to say it is, “I fix broken things.”