A Three Heater Night . . .
Because I couldn’t find 3 dogs, just one large extra-fluffy cat. And he wouldn’t leave the warm rig.
It went down to about 41 degrees here last night, but with the three heaters I stayed pretty comfortable. One thing I noticed is that these Wrangler FRC jeans are warmer than the cargo pants I usually wear.
It finally got up to about 62 degrees in the afternoon, but it was still only 58 when I came out to relieve Jan at 1pm. But the fact that it was bright and sunny all day helped out.
Of course tonight we’re scheduled for 39°, but tomorrow’s supposed to be 72 and sunny with a low of 52. Much better.
Finally after all my complaining, they sent a guy with a front loader over to fill in the pothole along the edge of the road running in front of our pad. I say pothole, but it was more like a canyon or a crevasse. I measured it the other day and part of it was almost a foot deep. But because it usually stayed full of water from the road being watered daily, it looked like it was only an inch or so deep. So it was a real surprise when two vehicles tried to squeeze by each other and one of them bottomed out in the hole with a big clunk.
Our next frack job is set to start up early tomorrow morning (Sunday). They’ve been prepping for the last couple of days, so they’ll get an early start. And since it’s at the next pad right down the road from us, we’ll be right in the middle of it this time.
I’m not sure how busy we’ll be exactly. Last time we had two fracks going on at the same time and were doing over 14 pages a day. That’s over 330 vehicles. That’s busy.
But on the plus side, there’s Frack Food.
We hope.
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Thought for the Day:
Marriage is grand. Divorce is about 50 grand!
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