To mean the time of year when people are driven to steal barrels.

Two of the four barrels I made for a client a while back have now been stolen.

As in there’s video footage of people walking up and stealing them.

What the fuck?

I know they were starting to look a little shabby, but you’d think the fact that they weighed 80-100 pounds would let the would-be thieves know that they were not garbage, but in fact barrels to protect the utility meters from cars.

But whatever.

Farbeit from me to attempt to explain why people do the things they do.

All that I know is that this will be the fourth Monday this week if it goes like I think it’s going to go.

Yesterday went a little something like this…

I went up the hill early to meet a repairman for a client.

And the repairman was 45 minutes late.

And the whole appointment took less than half an hour.

So two and three quarter hours of my morning was spent on a thirty minute appointment.

Then I hunted down a photo book about John Wayne and a bottle of bourbon.

Then I met a repairman for a service that one of my clients doesn’t actually have.

Then back to the office for long enough to deal with a dead battery in a camera.

Somehow I stayed awake through all of that.

But as soon as I stopped moving…

And now we are here.

On another Monday.

Anyone else notice that we are probably going to get the election results on Guy Fawkes Day?

Bonfire Night seems the perfect opportunity to start the civil war.

sigh.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC