Ok, so I complain about the weather, and it gets better. The humidity drifted away late yesterday afternoon, and sleep has never been so welcome. However, the station had me up against the wall for the past thirty-six hours. The FM died last night. We had just returned from visiting the AM site when its sister decided it was lonely as well. In the end, it was nothing too major. Slight power pump just put it offline. With hope, just turning it back on is all we’ll have to do. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that this isn’t the start of something larger in terms of problems. Today has seen a large mix of problems with the office machines mixed with other things better left unsaid. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
I’m in a hell of a dilemma with my move. It seems that I have a twelve hour window, give or take another twelve, between moving out and moving in. Yeah, I’m sure you’ve heard that before, but the news comes at a bad time. I’d like to make time to visit Lindsey and the flamingos in the Illinois world, but I might be hauling my things somewhere until I can get myself moved in to my new bachelor pad. On top of that, Jim will be off that entire week and slightly into the next. So that Friday morning, I’m flying solo on the Java House. The next weekend is Bill and Erin’s wedding, plus Amber coming into town.
Wow… I’m just sitting here scratching my head on that one.