Monday

All good things must come to an end—but if you’ve got to wrap up the weekend, today’s a pretty exciting way to do it. Now it’s time to take our collective noses and press them firmly back onto the grindstone of life. Back to work, back to the hustle, back to doing our part to make this spinning rock a better place.

I had the strangest question asked of me this morning. Kiwi said George, because George is easier to say than Daddy but Mommy is no problem. He said George, does the lawn tractor have any gas in it. I said I think so and mentioned I have a couple of gas cans if not, and all he said was OK George, Thank You. With the snow on the ground, I have no concept of what they are planning to do, but something tells me I may not approve. I think he's hiding my tractor keys under his wing. I know we are all ready for Spring, but be patient, my little friend. 

So it's back into the office today, I wrapped up a task of teaching a department about a mapping website the last couple of weeks, 4 training sessions a couple of hours each and I was hacking up a lunch as I was trying to train and take questions. This week, just head down and a lot of tedious repetitive work, entering handwritten coordinates into an Excel spreadsheet so I can create a feature class with the attributes. It's something I can do blind folded, but OCR readers aren't developed well enough where they can read and interpret hand written chicken scratch with any degree of confidence. so we're doing it the hard way. 

Have yoursleves a great day

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