We woke up to six-am colored grey skies even though it was eight and the sound of raindrops. That’s unusual for November.

Eclipses are so cool. I got five exposures so far, and I’ll go back out in a moment when it’s out of totality and see if I can get some more.

Jack Rowe, one of my customers, just called. He said everything was working fine.

I had the most horrendous day at work. I leave the office phone forwarded to my cell while I’m away, since I don’t have an answering machine yet^[1]. It started ringing at 8:30. I worked until 9:50 at home, then the net connection went down. I went to a customer’s house, was there thirty minutes, then headed to work and answered phonecalls until time for choir. I ate lunch with Carrie, but answered phones the whole time.

The mail system was broken due to a whole series of snafus, but maybe, maybe, I can get real work done tomorrow so it won’t happen again.

^[1] Stupid voice modem is a hybrid of standard V.253 and not-quite-standard IS-101. I hate hardware manufactuers.

It’s raining out — the kind of rain that happens in the Pacific Northwest. It’s cold, slow, humid air and slow moving. I lit candles instead of turning on the lights. I’m thinking of Waldron again. November always makes me do that.

Stupid company policy. Won’t fix it until 9:30.

CISP and QWest weren’t allowing mail to get to my servers from my customers. I wish they would have told us that the servers are allowed by address, so when we make changes we have to tell them.

I’m tired. Not that that’s a bad thing — I did have to go to Ouray at eight this morning to install a server, and be at Independence at seven to get it ready, but it went smoothly so I can’t really complain.

I’m sitting at work. Ruth, I imagine, is out on a fire call, assuming she heard the page over the band. She and Carrie were going to the Halloween party at the Sherbino. I guess they got in, because they’ve not come and found me yet.

I rather like drivel, the LJ client.

I love the Forrest Gump soundtrack.

It’s still blowing. Since this morning, the mountains aren’t really visible. There’s a haze of dust and smoke obscuring everything within 30 degrees of the horizon.

The moon’s a sliver, and it’s ominous out. It’s warm — we could have snow soon.

It’s dark now. Twilight, anyway. It’s not even quitting time yet. Carrie’s gone to Telluride with friends for a dead-bird dinner. I’m alone, but pretty happy. A good day at work, even if I didn’t call all the people I should have.

We just ran in the park with the leaves blowing. The wind is doing about sixty right now, and the leaves on the ground were blowing at about forty. It’s like flying, only the ground moves instead of your feet.

We now have an aloe vera plant named Cthulu.

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