Back to the Salt Mines
… but only after a pleasant weekend, away from work. Truth be told, Saturday kind of sucked for me. It was a beautiful day, and I felt too crappy to get out, do anything, or enjoy it. I blame the preceding Monday through Friday. I saved alll my outings and chores for Sunday. Miraculously, most of them fit. Sunday was also a beautiful day, if about 10 degrees warmer than one would like for a walk in the sun. I don’t know if that was what kept people away, but it seemed the attendance was down for the Strides of March (news story; no mention of attendance except that it numbered in the “hundreds”). That was unfortunate, because normally these events are a helluva fun, and a great way for Chattanooga Cares to raise funds. I’m not sure the organizers are doing a good job of promoting the event; I found most people I mentioned it to at church Sunday morning had not heard about it until that morning during the announcements. Anyhoo…
Here are the five early showing UU Chatt participants at the Sunday event. We had two more who straggled in a little later…. If Ricky promises not to make fun of the little guy, then I’m the one on the left in this snapshot:
It’s time to go back to work, carrying a bit of a sunburn, but in high spirits at least for the time being. Here’s wishing everyone a nice week.



Back to the salt mines indeed.
For some reason I dreaded it a little more this morning than usual. Maybe it was the wonderful weather we had over the weekend (if you can call 89 degrees on March 24th wonderful)
I can’t believe this weather will hold up. My daddy told me that he saw a Monarch butterfly this weekend. He said it was the earliest he has ever seen a Monarch butterfly in this neck of the woods.
Weather like this makes it hard to take your seat behind a computer screen and take threatening phone calls.
But hell. There is a mortgage to pay.