Friday, September 5, 2008

Ouch...Knuckle Down

After approximately a month off of field work, my burly field muscles had begun to atrophy and my butt seemed to be getting wider, as sitting at a desk (and in a car) for days on end, is prone to do. But alas, with Ike and the Ladies abrew in the Atlantic, I got to carry some buckets and lift some shit to make my new environs safe and secure! Incidentally, in my previous locale we typically had storms of this size, except they weren't named and no one ran to the store to stock up on baked beans, toilet paper, and C-cells. I guess we also didn't need to worry about the effects that a 1' storm surge might have--it's one of the benefits of having a topographically endowed coast!

One of the benefits of being office-bound is the reversion of the hard-working "man hands" back into something more lady-like. Just when I thought my man hands were over, I got back outside and promptly shredded a knuckle...ouch. Perhaps I need to ease back into it?

For now, we've battened down the hatches and she's good to blow...