Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Monday, GN.
Good morning, Sven!
Good morning, Paddy -- hope all is well despite the distractions outside your window.
Other than the mouse on my work computer deciding to die, it’s going well.
I, of course, spoke too soon. A couple of months ago, during open enrollment, we changed health plans because our plan had, or course, gone up in price. We looked for a plan that would allow Mrs. Paddy to keep her doctors and found one. Today, I get a notice in the mail that the physician’s group those doctors belong to will no longer be in-network, as of the first of the year. Great. If we had known, we would have picked a different plan. Now we have to wait until next year. Thanks Obama, and the GOPe.
Happy “Horse-Fart” Monday, Gerbil Nation!
There’s no doubt that’s a chemtrail, not a contrail.
The water district is doing some work in front of my neighbor’s house. There’s one guy on a jackhammer, another with a concrete saw, and they’re setting up the hydro-excavator. The noise level is high and it’s all right outside my office window. Yee-haw!
Now they’ve added a dump truck and backhoe to the party.
It’s probably part of California’s bullet train effort.
It’s quiet here. Too quiet.
Cats. Pretending to work.