On the slippery commute, interupted by those who cannot seem to drive with a slip of snow and slickness (its NOT dry pavement folks), punctuated by red and blue flashing lights, I had some time to reflect on the whirlwind that the last 8 months have been.
The occasional peek into the woods that soothe my soul and refresh my mind. Even ONE trip out on the water...very short trip...mostly spent playing tug boat captain with my old boat for another boaters broken boat.
All of those things rammed into and around an incredibly heavy, every expanding workload...hiring 5 folks wasn't enough, 15 more followed and STILL the workload climbs past capacity. As it turns out...various minor models are NOT Red, Blue and Green Legos...and do NOT fit together that way. Integration is the watchword, the curse and the muttered password, said with rolling eyes.
My boys and I spent the last few evenings checking out the trucks and preparing them for the forecast foul weather...shovels, tire chains, flashlights, gloves (axes, chainsaws, ropes, logging chains, peavy and safety gear in mine) sandbags and raingear. Its seldom that we cannot get where we need to go, in spite of the conditions of the roads and other drivers.
Ah well... such is life, today will pass, safely one hopes and tomorrow will come.