Morning in the Desert

Kadizzle went to bed too early, now he is up at 5 A.M.  The temperature is just about perfect and the desert is about to get blasted by the sun.  A cool walk in the morning down to the facilities is pleasant and all the stars are as bright as you will see them anywhere.  To make life easy often the Earth Module residents use the bathrooms at the work center.  That was Kadizzle's mission at 5 A.M.  In the darkness it is best to carry a light incase a rattlesnake has decided to warm up on the asphalt pavement.  At the work center, which is a combination workshop, garage, warehouse, and office space with showers Kadizzle had to find his way in and out in the dark.  As Kadizzle roamed about the large building with a spotlight he felt like some kind of thief.  What if the Ranger drove up and saw someone roaming inside with a spotlight.  It would look strange to say the least, but no such thing happened.

Cup of coffee number one has been brewed and cup two is right around the corner.  Like every morning a person has to get up to date first thing.  Got to check The Bismarck Tribune to see what the local lunatics back home in North Dakota are cooking up.  The right wing dingers goose that laid the golden oil egg died and the money falling from heaven stopped.  The Republicans looked like heroes as long as the wells pumped, but now the party is over and the misers are turning on each other just like the national Republicans.

The New York Times is a must read.  Only The New York times has any decent commentary on the insanity gripping our country.  All you get in The Bismarck Tribune is another story about aunt Martha completing her latest quilt.

The sun is just managing to chug close to the horizon.  It has not made it up yet, but the glow is there.  The planes are starting to buzz out from Phoenix and all day they will be polluting the sky and taking people to senseless business meetings so they can decide how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.

Someone just drove in to start their day.  The desert people have learned to work early and quit early before they get fried by the sun.  All the snow birds are going north in the next few weeks to run for cover from the sun that will bake this place to a crisp. Kadizzle and The Commander have never been here for the shake and bake, but the tales of heat are endless.

So in a short while it will be hi, ho, hi ho, it is off to work we go.  Today the mission is to drive over to the other side of the lake and install some trail signs.   Should be a fairly easy day with some good windshield time.  One day at a time sweet Jesus, Lord help me to make, Lord help me to take, One day at a time.  At least that is how the song goes, and it is the motto of every ex drunk in the country.