"I never liked you and I always will." - Samuel Goldwyn

It rained almost all night, quit about 6 a.m., and was sunny and clear after that except for a 5-minute shower this afternoon. Beautiful.

I was at that CrossFit gym at 5 a.m., but just barely. I laid in bed at 2 a.m. listening to that rain thinking, "This is but a small taste of what winter holds, so do I really want to commit financially to a 25-minute drive each way, three days a week?"
I haven't decided yet.

I finished that article, sent it off,  and began work on the next writing project. I need the discipline of getting right into it or I'll put it off until who-knows-when. Once I'm started I don't usually have trouble staying with it.

George brought his 9-ton bottle jack to the coffee shop this morning, along with two 2x12's that it now sits on, positioned under the west foundation joist. Dave is bringing his jack tomorrow. With those two in place I can lift that side of Fred the 1.5" it's dropped and then begin constructing the new foundation. Progress.

UPS delivered the hood latch at 4:15, far too late for me to get it up to Junction City. So we'll go up first thing tomorrow morning, I'll install it, and then drive it down to the body shop. I'm a bit nervous about that because I've never had the truck out of first gear or over 5 mph.
Oh, wait. Somebody took it on a joy ride with enough speed that gas leaking out of the carb blew back to the firewall. So I'll probably be just fine.

I wondered why we hadn't heard anything about or from the parents of the girl that was removed from her chair by that "school resource officer." Now we have. They're filing a civil suit against the (now fired) cop and the school district.
Can someone file a suit against them for parental malfeasance?

We went out for pizza tonight. There's a local joint that's, uhm, pretty plain (some might use the word dive) that serves up a very good pizza at a ridiculously low price. Our primary topic of conversation was finding a home church. We didn't come to any conclusions but I think we clarified our thoughts.

I think that's one of the bigger items we need to figure out. Fred may not end up perfectly level, the chicken coop may not make the pages of Coop Beautiful, and MoHo is always going to be 40-year old single wide, at least until next year. So what? Where we make our church home ranks way above all of those because the spiritual part of our lives is way more important.
It's a complex decision.