Neanderpundit

I had accumulated a Chevy Mundane, who persisted in being in front of me, and under the speed limit.

I scraped him off onto a UPS truck and a mile later he was ahead of me again, slowing down, harshing my mellow.
I scraped him off onto an England Cartage truck and in less than five minutes he was ahead of me AGAIN.

I could see him speed up to get out of traffic, then pass me, then slow down to 55.

Just before the Cicero exit on 294 there was a deer in the safety lane. It had broken legs and was sitting there lowing in pain. A good six point, and big.

No Illinois cop was going to put it out of it’s misery, and it’s day was going to be hellish and full of suffering. I strongly disapprove. An Indiana cop would have pulled over and popped it.

Two reasons I will never live in this suckish hellhole, and that doesn’t even bring me NEAR Gollum Immanuel.

for the fall migration of the mice to the pantry. We’ve caught 11 so far and I’m sure there are plenty to follow.

I put them outside on the driveway where the owl makes short work of them- I never heard of an owl eating anything dead but this one has. I thought about trying to teach the owl to grab them out of my hand but the idea of a 5′ wingspan raptor that can pick up a rabbit with those talons gave me pause.

Yanking the front pinion seal of the sploder saturday, I sliced the second knuckle of my middle finger sort of- off. Well, it wasn’t off, but i could see the knuckle joint and it wasn’t the sort of thing I was interested in seeing.

For some reason, I heal very rapidly (Possibly my body reacting to my work habits) so I wrapped it up right off and went on working (Nobody was gonna finish it for me). It never realy hurt, but it’s another damned crescent shaped scar on that knuckle, it matches one from years ago where it was cut in the other direction. It will look like a gecko bit me.