Just when I think I am up to speed, I slow down...

Yesterday was the big celebration, you know the one working folks do for it being FRIDAY! After four days of grinding out the labor and putting in the time they are ready to go home in about nine hours and party! So Happy Friday, and TGIF, and all are cried and laughed about. Surviving another week and two days of one's own time, no supervisors, no work, no way!

I was on my second motorcycle riding day of the week, the weathermen tried to make me believe it was going to rain - but I was betting the other way, and I had such a smile on my face from Thursday that I had to ride, rain or shine, on Friday - after all what is life about if it isn't about when one rides the Trusty Triumph? Well, my life anyway. For sure it was ten degrees warmer on Friday and I didn't lose my fingers to the wind chill like I had Thursday. On the way home I would cut through Spanaway Lake Park and at twenty miles per hour lean into the gentle curves and roll out, one doesn't really have to go too fast to enjoy being an old man on a bike.

I have lost one inmate worker, he is off to another level of custody, didn't obey the rules well enough so next week's chain will take him to the joint at the end of this world - Clallam Bay Corrections Center. The other three are in great form, although one is preparing for transition back into the world outside the fence and guards, I have requested six new candidates to test and interview for the position, I have about four new kites asking for the position only the Sikh seems a best possibility. His name may not even get on the callout. I will work with what is offered. Look, it is the end of another month, and I haven't finished most of the things I wanted to, but then I do have today and tomorrow and too long work days (Monday and Tuesday 11:3o to 20:00).

In my personal life, that I seem to share with a family and my two friends, I seem to have rippled the fabric of harmony and togetherness. I am like that. I am singing badly again with the choir, but the director understands she won't have all my attention and attendance, I have things to do and promises to keep. Even my wife has convinced me to consider seeing my doctor again, but he might not like me when I tell him what I think, but he might.

Well, the rains have returned, just for me so I can get out of doing the lawn and the daffodils droop a bit, still their bright yellow is uplifting, the Winter may really be over... it is just the cooler type of Spring - unless skiing is your passion, the slopes are open and working. Must be time for a nap - I come home on Friday and after dinner have the worst time trying to keep my eyes open - I missed the Diva match on Smackdown - and my wife didn't even wake me but we were heading for bed early (9:30 PM!), it had been a trying week and nine straight hours of sleep seems a fine reward for the weary.

Take care out there.