When I woke up this morning, my iPhone proclaimed 28 text messages. I did not count them but there were a lot of them and they were all from the same thread, which was between the GG and our friends of porterization. I was like what? There was a lot of talk about implements of too much fun and then there was some pickle tour talk. I was like WHAT? Imma gonna guess this “pickle” is the Pickle Finger aka Light 26. It wasn’t clear in the message and it wasn’t until after I made a 7:00 AM trip to Meijer and then Speedway Gas (because Cygnus was at a quarter tank) that I figgered it out. Maybe.

The Pickle Finger was built when Lizard Breath was a toddler. It’s actual name is Light 26. Radical Betty was grumpy about it when it was first built and called it the Fickle Finger of Fate. I have never exactly been sure what that meant but Lizard Breath misheard it (as a 3-year-old or so) as the Pickle Finger and so that has been it’s name forever. Out of the mouths of babes.

We did have a flyover today. Four fighter jets one at a time directly over the Landfill. They were not at treetop level but low enough that I could see that they were fighter jets. Passenger planes also fly over my house.

I am strategizing my whereabouts for the next couple days/weeks. We’ll see where I end up.

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