Was doing good, actually. 0700 on the road from Pensacola to the station in L.A. (Lower Alabama), an hour and a half drive.
Got there, went to the construction site and found a sea of mud, the de facto pavement of construction sites everywhere. I put on my rubber boots and started slogging around with my young engineer partner, taking pictures, poking around in things. We met some of the key players on the site, then retired back to an office trailer to talk with the folks who are going to be doing some on-site testing of our new gear.
That conversation was going swimmingly when my cellphone rang. I looked a the display and saw it was my boss, so I figured I’d answer it.
That’s when things went off the track. The same problem that had dragged me out of the house to a site 250 miles north? It was back, and would I please make myself available at the site at the soonest possible date to work out a solution.
The site was 250 miles from my home in southwest Louisiana. It was 380 miles away from the hotel in Pensacola, the hotel I’d have to drive EAST for an hour and a half to get to so I could retrieve my luggage, then turn around and drive diagonally across lower Alabama, Mississippi, and into northeast Louisiana.
So now I’m back in the hotel I was in at 0100 Sunday morning, and a 0630 I’ll be headed 45 minutes up the road to take some more readings and get really irate at the utility company that’s causing us these problems.

