Wicked Poor Weather

Greetings Drones........

I'm sure there's not a single one of the readership that has contemplated suicide as a result of my sloth; but I issue an apology for non-published gems of wx wizdom regardless.

We've been experiencing a death trough over the US mid-west - due no doubt to the jinxy launch of the Vortex 2 project. My recommendation is to keep that jewel a secret from the weather Gods next time. While there have been isolated outbreaks throughout the month of May, there have been very few set ups that warrant SDS type excitement. So much for complaining about non-weather in California.

So what has my spare time entailed? It certainly hasn't been devoted to improving my prose or designing a better functioning blogite. Unfortunately, I'm one of many folks in our country who have fallen on hard times and am actively seeking employment of the variety that doesn't require a question involving french fries. Don't get me wrong; any work is noble and should be viewed as such. I have defined my existence through the production of offspring which require sustenance in order to survive. So regarding fry detail - $8.25 an hour doesn't make rent AND P&GE.

Having all this time to ponder my next course of action has fired my creativity and I assure the readership that I remain; upbeat, optimistic, irreverent and capricious. Besides, I've always wanted to live in a tent and roam the continental US seeking employment like my ancestors of the 1930's.

So until the weather or my financial situation improves - I bid you adieu.