Okay, now I'm waking up in Phoenix. I assume I'm miserably hot, and I assume I spent at least some of last night moving stuff out of a U-Haul and into the house.
Assuming I'm on schedule, I'm in Phoenix now, dreading the fact that I'm about to leave my wife and kids behind as I head off to LA.
One of Cathy's friends lives here, and an aunt and uncle of mine live here. bS made a crack about Fresno being gang central, but if my aunt and uncle are part of a gang, I'm no longer scared of gangs.
Eight hundred miles of driving yesterday. Gross.
Drive safely, patriots. Or not at all.
...me? I've got sixteen hours of driving to do today.
If all has gone as planned, I'm on the road to Fresno right now to begin about a week's worth of business before I return home. If you see me around the WGOM today, something's probably not right.
I have a wedding to go to on this, my last day in Yakima, unless anything goes wrong, and a lot of things already have. Moving blows.
Yesterday I went to Seattle for the last time before the move. I won't miss Yakima, but I'll miss being a couple hours from Seattle.
Also, Jeff A, the Milkmaid was touched that you remembered her birthday. Well done as always.
Today's the last day I work for The Man. It's been seven years, so some purging is in order. After the jump are some real people I met in my days with the company.
The Twins did it last night, I'm doing it tomorrow.
I think at the end of the year, the Twins winning 15 of 17 might look like the weirdest occurrence in the 2011 MLB season.