Frosty morning

Fog down in the river valley.  Rain later, so they say . . .

Ha!

Well, I now have to revise the title block on the Superfund Site apartments.  I'd told the contractor we needed the exact title of the legal entity, if those were going to be Registry of Deeds plot plans for a condo development.  That was why I'd considered them preliminaries . . .

Five minutes work.  But he's out the printing costs for the previous set.

Because I'm like that

Okay, small-town politics, one of the items on our ballot was a referendum on a left-turn ban at a certain street.  A couple of the residents had a hobby, too much time on their hands, and kept complaining to the city council about the amount of traffic cutting through their neighborhood on the way to the mall.  Finally got the traffic engineers to do a study and turn the State Street end into "right turn only" to eliminate some of the traffic.

Thereby shoving those cars onto other streets in the neighborhood.  Including ours, much narrower and with on-street parking.  Hell, our personal front steps encroach on the street right-of-way.

So the referendum reversed this change, and the city crews, the next day, took down the No Left Turn signs and all the other impediments to traffic.

Just drove over to the contractor to drop off those revised condo plans, and wanted to warm up the car a bit more before parking it.  So I drove up State Street and made a left turn on to Howard and added another car to their traffic count for the day.  Because that's the kind of person I am.  Petty and vindictive and small-minded.

That takes talent.

(In the Everybody's-a-Critic department)

Listening to a concert on NPR/MPBN, they're playing Copeland's "Appalachian Spring."  And the conductor is managing to make it sound ponderous.  Or, as Wife put it, he's turning dances into an oompah band.

Well, at least they've managed to put a little "lyrical" back in, for the "Simple Gifts" theme.