Utter Total Disaster

 

It all seemed so good, the stars aligned, seemingly, as the rig hummed down I35 to Dallas in the fast lane. Right on, then not so right on. The truck started shuddering and the engine light flashed. Huh, move over to the slow lane and exit the highway, shuddering.

That's exactly what I did, ending up at a sketchy Red Oak Motel 6 on the side of the road, and guess what? Once parked, the recalcitrant rig refused to start. No kidding. Right there on the outskirts of the Metrosprawl. Sure, it tried to start but failed, insisting on showing a red battery light icon.

Huh, good way to start Thanksgiving, LSP, I thought grimly to myself whilst phoning Texas Farm Bureau for "roadside assistance." This turned up in the end and roadside guy checked the battery. It was bad. He charged it and tried to start the vehicle. No joy. "I reckon it's a fuel pump issue," he offered, just "his opinion."

What a total disaster. What to do? Stay at the Motel 6 for Thanksgiving? Nasty, take my word for it. But no, Roadside Savior said, "Hey, where you heading?" I told him, and he said, "We're going there too, leave this truck here and climb in." Which is exactly what we did, dog and all.

Next step? Enjoy Thanksgiving at Ma LSP's setup on Dallas, get the wretched rig towed back to the Compound and sort that beast out. So, utter, total disaster met salvation, I made it to the RV. There's a moral, perhaps several, in this, if you care to draw it.

Ride On,

LSP

SNOW

 

It's freezing here, literally freezing. Biting wind cuts through the icy boulevards of this once prosperous Texan farming community. Yes, once prosperous, but someone forgot to pay their Weather Tax and now our Old Enemy is exacting its revenge.

Lake Whitney

Snow, ice, bitter wind and glowering, leaden grey skies. Very little moves, how could it, it's frozen, and worse is yet to come. Weather Seers are predicting an ice storm will hit this erstwhile cotton town later tonight.

A typical Compound room scene

We'll see who and what survives the latest attack by General Winter, who knows. But one thing is certain, we stand firm, resolute, unbroken before our ancient adversary, no, we will not pay the tax. Speaking of which, some of you may have noticed the curious twists and turns of Lib Logic.

This is what happens to your library and writing room when you don't pay the dam tax

As in, it's colder now because it's hotter, which is why you have to pay us moar money so you'll be trans DEI richer.

See you on the other side,

LSP