damn, it's cold

I've never liked single digit temps and when they have a - in front of the number I like it even less. It's roughly 0 degrees at the moment. Mid-day temps when the sun is shining shouldn't be that freakin' cold, even in Wisco. I know I'm whining but I'd rather be warmer. Karen is warmer, I think, since she flew back to Seattle to hopefully button up the preparation and sale of her deceased mother's house. It has to be warmer there. I don't see how it could be as cold there, without some sign of the Apocalypse first.

Work is going okay. It's a fairly big job with 20 other electricians so there's plenty to keep me busy. I'm not just ripping stuff apart either so it's not bad.

I've been wearing my iPod with my custom earplug/speakers to drown out the sound of the jackhammer. I'm beginning to think I bought a "High-Pod" though. Even with 230 songs loaded it seems to "randomly select" four songs fairly frequently.

• "Marijuana" by the Reverend Horton Heat
• "Bails of Cocaine" by the Reverend Horton Heat
• "Whiskey Love Song" by the Asylum Street Spankers
• "Funny Cigarette" by the Asylum Street Spankers

Don't get me wrong, I like the songs, but I wonder what the iPod is thinking.

With Karen out of town I've had to hold off on the early morning running. Sephie might be safe if I left her alone but my butt would be in a sling if I did. Pop Pop and Grandma come over in time for me to go to work but earlier would be asking too much, I think. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are shot in the evenings as theater, swimming and piano now fill Sephie's schedule. If only she could drive. Right, that day will come too soon.