Not only did I wake to some snow in the mountains, but later in the day it dropped flakes around on the things I left out.
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The last week has seen little progress. There were those couple of days, of just getting myself sorted out (now that I was alone I had to start thinking about things like . . . maybe I should eat at least once today). Hell, I had to go through all our food stock just to find out what was here. It's not like Tuff didn't go through a detailed verbal list of what she was leaving . . . it's just that was, at least, two realities ago.
There was that one where we were driving that "too close to the ground" little personal transport . . . and waiting on the side of the road for the flat-bed . . . the motel on the colorado . . . the fixing it . . . ,
and then there was the "this is a second chance to get anything that I forgot when we left" day back at the Oasis.
There was another day in the little thing running back to Tucs, and after all that I'm suppose to remember what food is in the "She Beast" . . . not likely. I'm someone that needs to re-evaluate my surroundings constantly . . . so I went though the whole food stock.
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Once I was sure that there was enough tea and chips, I took off to retrieve the "Draggin' " from the Babylon compound. It had all my tools in it.
Getting both of these Mech Monsters comfortable in the Dry Dock took a bit of time as well.
Now that I was ready to start on some "exploratory surgery", and find out what was ailing the "`Beast", some winter storms move in.
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I'm now watching a few flakes that settled on the cab-over rack and wondering what things I've left out that shouldn't be snowed on.