Finally, it’s Friday once again. And it’s almost over now, since I get to leave at 3:30 today. Unfortunately, the weather has turned to shit. It’s chilly and rainy, which is kind of a bummer, because it’s “Olde Home Days” in my little town. That means a parade (not exactly sure where they do their parading, but I assume it’s the entire four blocks of Main Street, but maybe they go from South to North street, and across Main), concerts all weekend, fireworks, ride, chicken barbeques, all kinds of shit for sale, and, of course the big Duck Race on Sunday. I have not bought a duck.

The old-timers at the VFW will be out there selling flags, too. Me? I try to avoid the whole thing. Way too many people milling about in the village for my tastes. I read they expect 5,000 people to show up, which is about 2.75 times as many people as live in the whole village, and only about 1,200 less than live in the entire town. So that means all kinds of congestion at the traffic light.

I didn’t move out to the sticks so I could get stuck in traffic jams, fer chrissakes.

Oh well, a half hour more to kill, and then I’m outta here.