East Las Vegas, NV- It's cooler than they forcasted,
only reading 103 at the airport. They say it feels like 96 degrees.
Having lived in Texas for a few years and touring in
the summer for two decades, I know when it's hot outside. That time is
The crews and the locals have gotten along
wonderfully all day and the only person seeming to have a hard time is
me. I have an excuse; I'm mentally ill. There were some changes that
occurred while I was home that have make my job a little challenging in
that my reference points now mean nothing. I like being able to create
a system for myself that makes sense to me and that is the starting
point in a days work. I will get it back by the end of the week but
it's going to be interesting until then.
I'm not sure how to metaphor it for you in a way
that won't sound idiotic. I feel like the kid who didn't do his
homework and shows up for class in his underwear. Let's say your job is
to set up a charcoal grill in the center of a circular field, light it
and make it ready for the cook. Right now I feel like the grill is half
in the field and half in the woods, the grillracks are under the grill
legs and the charcoal is lit, burning a hole in the grass 40 feet away.
It is my problem, isn't it?
Well, it looks like it's gonna be a fine night here
at UNLV... I'll try to get some snaps and post them later....