Early morning: pretty much usual, except for being slightly more unpredictable, so I don't manage to run morning errands until after an early lunch.
Later morning: depart 1115ish for what I'd anticipated being an 0900 errand. Into town... not technically a town, but more than a crossroads... and find the physical branch of my local bank, 'cause I've got a physical check to deposit.
Arrive at bank. Two clerks, no customers, no waiting! Sign and hand over check and deposit slip, including a less-cash, because we really ought to have a few more small green pieces of paper around the house. First clerk tries to process the transaction. Computer problem. Fiddles with the computer and tries again: nope. Hands the paperwork to the second clerk.
Second clerk can't accomplish anything either. Sounds like maybe a server problem? First clerk calls another branch: down for them too.
Oh, well. I'm not in a great hurry. I wait around for a while, as the clerks make various calls trying to determine what's going on and how long until it's likely to be fixed.
Very late morning: it's getting to be past 1145, and I suddenly realize that it's Thursday, and I'm supposed to be on a conference call at noon. Eep! Well, I don't actually need to be at my desk for it... except that at my desk is where the meeting ID is.
Hastily update the deposit slip to reflect depositing the full amount, and leave everything there to be processed when the bank can process transactions again. Jump in truck; head for home at maximum prudent speed (being passed, at one point with a double yellow line, by a red sports car whose owner apparently wants to drive 70 MPH in a 45 zone). Arrive 1206, hasten to desk, look up numbers, and call in.
The manager is on the call, but neither of the client's engineers is on. I don't have anything to report, so we chat about random stuff for a while and eventually conclude that the other engineers aren't going to be joining us.
My e-mail contains a notification that the deposit has happened.
A little general catching up, and then it's time to go play in the dirt. Confirm that the portable generator still runs, and lug it out to the edge of the pond. Figure out how to install a chisel in the jackhammer, and lug that down to the pond. Also carry down an extension cord and sundry other stuff.
The jackhammer proves unwieldy, especially when working at the bottom of a hole, but it makes short work of rocks and doesn't fry the generator. I find it necessary to remove the fore-grip, as that impairs reaching the bottoms of holes (maybe I should have tried to get an extra-long chisel).
Joy and I spent a fair chunk of the afternoon out there with jackhammer, regular hammer & chisel, shovel, manual post-hole digger, and gas-powered auger, and by the time we declared victory we had all dozen holes near enough done.
Oooh... I hurt all over.
Oh, and while we were out there, there was a jet fighter swooshing around in loud mode. Maybe there's an airshow coming up? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the Google Air Force way out here.
Creak... groan... I think maybe I can build up some muscles doing this stuff.
Time to check for eggs, fix dinner, and unwind.
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