Moving

I hate brakes. Not the fact that they stop my car, but working on them.

Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyway, I spent yesterday at home sick. Just a touch of the flu, nothing serious, but I wanted to be outside working on the truck that's supposed to haul a whole bunch of my beloved and my junk northward a couple hundred miles next week. Problem: It doesn't stop right now. Like...at all.

Hence the brake rant. I hate working on brakes. I don't have the specialized tools for it, so I'm stuck using needle-nose and a screwdriver to undo the springs and get the brake shoes off.

I had a meeting with a local pastor this afternoon to talk about our experience working at the conference center we are leaving. It was...cathartic. We spent about an hour talking about foggy truths expressed throughout the year we were here, miss communication, out and out lies, drama, politics, an uninvolved board of "directors" and some very good experiences, too. I don't want to whine and say "Poor me! This place sucks so much!" because it hasn't all been bad. Just...enough bad that it's wiser to move on rather than stand our ground and be shat on some more.

I really have nothing interesting to say tonight. Sorry. I'll go now.