Frustration

One thing I have discovered recently is that my alarm clock is completely useless. I wake up nearly an hour before sunrise regardless. This morning the air was cool. I'd say around 70F, and so I drove out to the nearby parking lot where I've been starting my rides. As I started to get out of the car, I hit the window button to roll up the window and nothing happened. Nothing. The "down" button replied with an expected groan indicating that the window was all the way down, but the "up" button gave no response at all. I fiddled with it for a while, then beat on it a little bit, then cursed its mother, but nothing was working. I couldn't very well leave the car in the parking lot with the window rolled down, so I reluctantly drove back to the house, pushing on the "up" button the whole way. Just before I arrived, the window started to move and went all the way up just like normal. I was sufficiently pissed off already that rode a few miles through the subdivision, decided to call it a day and ended up taking a long walk through Tour 18 with The Wife.'

It is looking like we will be relocating to Jackson, LA in a couple of days. Arrangements have been made for us to stay in a spare bedroom at someone's house down there who works at the hospital. This is a mental health hospital, and the way things are going, I may be needing their services before this is all over. I don't exactly know what I'll do with myself in Jackson. I hope there's something useful I can do. I have heard little from my own office thus far.

I got an email from Viv's husband Rick. They own the venerable old neighborhood hardware store near where I grew up. It's called Freret Hardware, and when I was young my father, who was a builder, had an account there and we would often go with him to pick up big barrels of nails, paint, and those sorts of things. I was always most interested in the display case on the counter with all the fancy pocket knives. Well, Rick waded through three feet of stagnant water yesterday to check the store out and found it had been completely looted. You would hope that when your mayor calls for a mandatory evacuation that there's some kind of plan in place to protect the property of the people who evacuate. Apparently not. This was not survival looting, this was just breaking in and stealing table saws. Anyway, it is all very sad and depressing. I think I need another long hard bike ride.