A couple more “life imitates FAR Future” items:
An Outside View column calls for gas rationing.
Companies are considering a four-day work week.
On with the story. This one’s short, and leads into a longer post later this week. I originally had said “tomorrow,” but I had even less time than usual over the weekend to finish it. Some time this week.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Dubbayou. Tee. Eff?
As nice as it was with just Mrs. Fetched and I at the creek the last couple of summers, it’s even better with a couple more adults and four enthusiastic kids. We’ve moved a screen tent down there with a few chairs, and we eat supper down there quite a bit now. Everyone takes turns on one end of the cooler or the other, then the kids bolt their chow and go straight for the water. The boys, like The Boy before them, have a great time diving for crawdads, and they all enjoy getting cold in July.
Shortly after we got back in this evening, I got a call from an old “friend” — Col. Mustard. “Just wanted to tell you,” he said, “Don’t panic. You’re being looked after. We don’t forget favors.”
“What?” Right there on top of things, that’s me.
“I can’t tell you anything more. You’ll find out. Everything will be fine.” Click.
I don’t have a good feeling about this.