Watching Cirque du soleil as I type. I am always amazed at what dedicated individials can do to/with their bodies. Midget contortionists and tall women sticking their legs behind their ears. Now it’s raining stuffed animals. Remote control monkeys and guys dancing on ladders.

My fist is black and blue because I punched a bulldozer yesterday. You think that’s something, you should see the dozer.

Not a scratch.

An old colleague, and brilliant machine repairman I worked with a million years ago, who now has his own thriving business, has a sick little boy. I sometimes look at his new truck, his new hummer, his big house, harleys, tools, etc. and think, Man, I’d like to have all that stuff. Stuff don’t mean anything if you’re kid is sick, that drives everything else from your life. Keep Tyler in your prayers.

I didn’t get into the field yesterday because of the action of a couple of asstards, but it ended up being a good day despite them. And I intend to get afield on friday- maybe even thanksgiving morning.

Snow this morning. Sleety wet snow. None ever hit the ground, but it was there regardless. Days like today I tend to bemoan the unfairness of having to have a conventional life instead of spending most of the fall outdoors. Not too much, mind you.