…because I don’t have a job, I have a hobby with a paycheck attached.

Next week is a week in Florida. We’re building a new station southeast of Tampa to supply gas to a new powerplant, and it’s time that I haul myself over there to take a look.

I am driving. I could fly, but I’m packing for a couple of weeks and between a couple of bits of MY luggage AND my company computer case (replete with a cable and power adapter for every possible contingency) I just don’t want to hassle with the airlines this time. And yes, the idea of yet another bit part in the TSA security theater contributes somewhat to this idea.

Therefore, in a hour or so, I am going to hit the road and drive halfway. I will spend the night at the western end of the Florida Panhandle and complete the trip on Sunday.

The week is somewhat blocked out with a little work on some logic issues with the new station’s high (13,800 volts) and low (480 volts) voltage power systems. Wednesday we have a meeting with the vendors over some issues. After that, well, we’ll just see what’s going on.

Tomorrow’s Name Game won’t show up. I won’t be here, and I don’t have a digital subscription to the local paper (yet).

I am leaving the household in the somewhat capable hands of my son. He will be supervised and directed by a herd of cats.