Monday Morning Debriefing
Category: Kitchen Sink...
Posted Monday, November 28, 2005 at 08:31 AM [GMT-6]

You know it could be an interesting day when you can't keep your earmuffs on during the morning walk...

• The Answer, My Friend... - To describe yesterday's weather as windy is like saying that Mike Tyson could use a little help with his decision-making skills. We had gusts of around 50 mph, but that was a gentle breeze compared to Guadalupe Pass where a gust of 110 mph was reported. That's equivalent to a Category 2 hurricane on the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Scale.


• Bring on Da Gospel, Bring on Da Funk - Our church's TV crew had a little something extra on our headsets during yesterday morning's worship services, as the signal from one of the local hip-hop radio stations strayed onto the com frequency. I was hoping for a fire-and-brimstone sermon so I could hear simultaneous references to both cast-outs and OutKast.


• Much Ado about Nothing - I admit that I fail to grasp the irony or significance of the fact that US Border Patrol agents are wearing uniforms made in Mexico. I was under the impression that La Migra was responsible for protecting our borders from illegal immigration, not the enforcement of a policy of total national isolationism.


• Sat, but not Downed - Among the many other indignities Abbye has been forced to bear is the gradual loss of hair, particularly from her hindquarters. This is a phenomenon for which we have no explanation, let alone a solution, and it's been going on for more than a year. It's a shame, really, as her coat was one of the most amazing things about her. She had a long multicolored top coat underlaid with a thick thatch of fine cream-colored hair, much like down on a duck. It was great insulation in both heat and cold, and her skin rarely got wet due to its moisture shedding properties. Now, she has the world's only full-bodied comb-over. But she really hasn't shown any signs of it bothering her, at least not until this morning. When we came to an intersection where we needed to pause to let traffic clear, I gave her the sit command and she complied immediately...sort of. I noticed that her rear was actually hovering about a half inch above the cold sidewalk. I can't say as I blame her, of course, but I guess we'll have to start working on the "squat" command just to keep things copacetic.

I hope your Monday is a good one (offer void where prohibited, and irrelevant in Singapore and New Zealand, where it's now Tuesday), and that your earmuffs find harmony with your head, as needed.