A Brief Pause In My Soap Opera/Spirit Quest



You Are The Wayfarer Guide
“I’ll show you the way.”

Your deep insight and quick wisdom never ceases to amaze those around you. You are the guiding light for many of those you know and are not afraid to help anyone else who asks. Not very many acknowledge your tremendous help and effort, but you do not mind that so much. You’ve seen what is in store for them, and will be there should they need your help. You enjoy people in general, but are very selective of who you let see the real you. Others see you as an enigma of sorts, a mystery that is seemingly ever changing.

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Companion to Storms


Last night there was thunder-bumpers stomping over the mountains to the east, which is nicely framed by our sliding glass door. We spent the evening on the deck, watching the hot blue sky trampled into gray mud by the approaching front. The invading atmospheric forces had siege equipment, stacked towers of jagged threat masked in water vapor. Sizzle-crack-thaboom-oom-boom! We watched until we could see the lightning tickling the neighbor’s land and arcing over our heads, then retired inside.

Around 9:30 the storm went silent, and in the ominous calm a friend of Othello’s appeared at our door. I looked him in the eyes, and saw nothing beyond humanity, but there has to be a connection there. As confirmation, within hours of his arrival, the storm was back in force, lightning striking all around the house, thunderclaps colliding into a nearly continuous cumulonimbus shout, the landscape strobing through shades of flashbulb, arc welder, and epiphany.

The night was spectacular, but not restful. I dropped Bridgette at work and went to my office, to discover that Stormbrought had an extensive reach; he had, from my home 30 miles away, scrambled the servers in the building and fried one of the hubs. It took some time to fix them, but here we are….

Clearly, I need to consider what sacrifice to make to this Visitor of Othello’s, to prevent further displays. I knew that teenaged boys are dangerous, but I had no idea what magnitude of risk they represent.



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Daily rate to hit goal: 2046
Words at current rate: 7417



Drinking the Geyser


Today, in preparation for Memorial Day weekend, the executive secretary, most of the project managers, and the entire estimating staff have taken the day off. Fine.

I have been fielding calls all morning that would normally go to specific PM’s. I feel like I’m directing traffic at 60 mph. Naturally, with the frenetic pace of the morning, I have been given an $200,000 estimate-chunk two estimate-chunks of about $950,000three estimate-chunks for about $1.2 million for a 3 million dollar job, uncoded, and must have it refined and in place before the next chunk of the job comes to me…later this morning. Then the next, and the next.

Okay, I can handle that. I walk on water regularly.

RESOLUTION: I will write today at lunch, as usual.



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Words to Date: 3060
Average daily rate: 306
Daily rate to hit goal: 1924
Words at current rate: 7344



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Words to Date: 2460
Average daily rate: 273
Daily rate to hit goal: 1836
Words at current rate: 6555

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