Good morning. It's so early it's late... or vice versa. I decided to surprise you early birds out there with an early, early morning edition of the Daily D... and since the early birds' usual perk is but a worm, they should be pretty happy to get anything else.
The real reason behind this entry to to help warm up my hands. I just finished a 9p-2a shift at the network, and I'm still trying to thaw out. If thawing a turkey is any indication, 30 minutes per pound could take quite a while. I thought about calling the Butterball Turkey Talk-Line to confirm but I was too chicken.
My hands were especially chilly because they had to wring out my cold, wet work clothes from the washer that clunked out after I left for work. I received the call in the middle of my shift from Tracy Lyn telling me about the washer being all washed up. It took me a while to realize that meant it wasn't functioning properly. I hate when stuff like that happens and I'm helpless to do anything about it because I'm at work.
I decided to take the road less traveled. No, not Verlin. I mean I simply decided that I wasn't going to let this problem I couldn't fix gnaw at me. So I put it out of my mind.
Moral of the story? Well, it's too early for morals for me but I now have feeling in my fingers again and that's a start.