Ye gads! Spent part of the day at the Skunk Works North Campus with a crew of riggers and despite a fair breeze on Mt. Crosley,* it was ghastly; they ran through the water they'd brought ("Lady, we have plenty!") in about an hour and made pretty good inroads into the official-for-site-work supply, kept chilled in the fridge.
I was able to go indoors part of the time and attempt to be useful instead of gettin' in the way (still, you've got to watch the work some of the time; nice guys, skilled guys, but they'll be on the road by sundown, y'know?). It turned out that had its own issues: a couple of iced-up air-conditioning units meant it was raining indoors in two spots, one of them bein' the workshop where my desk-away-from-Main-Campus is. The tiny, elfin waterfall of suck and fail missed that but got part of the toolbox (6' tall, 4' wide and a 30" deep -- and on wheels), so I had to use WD-40 for what it was designed for. For a change.
...Did that little task in the vast garage, which was (and still is, I bet) a plain sauna, 115°F at floor level.
Got home at almost the normal time and pondered the outside things I had half planned, but the walk through the yard convinced me I would rather dance in flaming goat entrails soaked with rancid yak butter than spend any more time outside.
Maybe tomorrow. Then again, maybe tomorrow they'll have flaming goat entrails on special at the Fresh Market.
* This is a joke; the place is swimming in water any time it rains and if it is a couple hundred feet higher than Downtown, that's only 'cos they built Indy in a swamp! Yes, laid out by the same guy who did D.C.. He must have been heartbroken to learn Indiana didn't have much in the way of malaria.
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