I'm feeling hopeful again.

The boycott of Amber is officially over. It was silly to begin with. They've put me back on a project, I'm headed to Altus AFB down in the Southwest corner of Oklahoma. I know I'm not everybody's cup-of-tea, but goodness, it seems once you get on somebody's shit-list, it takes a while to get back off of it. In this case: it took seven months. Meanwhile, I had to stay stubborn and pretend I didn't care. Grovelling wouldn't have improved the situation, and with these guys: you can't show weakness or they'd have eaten me alive. The pecking order is restored, all is right with the world.

It's a cold, rainy Saturday in Blanchard Oklahoma. It's been rainy and stormy for a couple of days. I'm drinking coffee this morning, playing some Bob Dylan, simmering some cinnamon oil, have the door open and the heater on. I like living alone. No-one to nag about my wasting electricity or annoying me about being in a Bob Dylan mood. Megabyte doesn't seem to mind.

My agenda for today is to get the propane tank filled, re-organize the van, and start securing the floatation in the rv. I have to meet Rusty some time today to pick up a Lucent Partner processor. Monday morning first thing I have to do a quick service call to Frederick USPS. Their phone system took a lightning hit. I have to rig up tomorrow and drive to Altus, run the service call on Monday, then go to the AFB to start the project. I should be on the project for two months, but I'm not the PM this time, just the lead tech. They wanted to keep me freed up so I can leave the project if another comes through.

I finally ordered a new battery for my laptop. It should be in next Friday, I'll pay for it over the phone then send my boss to pick it up and transport it to me. It was actually only $108. If I'd have known that, I would have bought one sooner.

The big knuckle on the pointer-finger of my left hand has hurt for three weeks now. I'm not sure how I bungled it up, but it is really annoying. I told my Dad about it and he gave me a roll-on bottle of a supposed horse liniment: DMSO Dimethyl Sulfoxide. I'm a little wary about it. It's only indicated as a solvent, and the instructions declare that any use other than as a solvent is strictly the responsibility of the end-user. Hmmm. Several people swear by it, I'll give it a try; I'll try anything if it will help this pain. The laughable part of it though: whoever heard of a roll-on solvent?
It's not really a stretch, I've heard of people using WD-40 for arthritis, and it reminds me of the Greek father in the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" who declared Windex as the cure for everything. That still makes me chuckle.

I borrowed a really neat old book. The 1946 edition of "Pauline Bonaparte - A Woman Of Affairs". She was the youngest sister of Napoleon. I'm pretty enthusiastic about reading it. It's a fragile old book. I just love old books.

Well, I should hop in the shower and try to get my task list knocked out before I have to go get that processor. You have a great day.

MsAmber