The concrete truck is here, and the pump to move slurry to the second floor. The sun is not yet up at nearly 7 a.m., and it is 31 degrees, supposed to be 70 later today.
Ryan the concrete man asked for a couple of days to cut and finish, and the concrete has to give up its water, so we will not have insulation until maybe on Thursday, drywall next week. I will not be in before November.
The girls come back to the tipi/trailer on Friday for a few days, then back with my ex-wife until the 8th, then back to me for nearly 11 days.
On Saturday I leveled the trailer so fried eggs would not slide right to the edge of the pan. While it's always possible to turn the handle to the other side of the stove, the compensation is an unnecessary complication when you are in a hurry on school days.
The leveling gauge on the trailer did not show the frame to be that far out of plumb, but the true test was a fry pan with just a little water in the bottom. Sometimes the methods of measurement are also out of line, not just what is measured. It's hard to get a good calibration when you don't know where to begin.
Turmoil, most of it internal. I have temporarily lost my center. Time to reach for conscious contact.
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