It is a gray day. I threw the dog out this morning about dawn and dragged him back in for breakfast an hour later, wet.
Wet, I say, and it wasn’t raining and the area, while not clear, didn’t seem all that foggy. Just to be sure my senses were in order, I stepped out side for twenty minutes and came back in wet.
Reminded me of the mechanic in Alaska being told by a pilot that the oil pressure on the plane he was assigned was reading zero and he was bringing the plane home. The mechanic met the plane on the ramp and the pilot got out, told the mechanic again about the oil pressure and walked off.
The mechanic got in the plane and took off again. He landed the plane in the tundra about a quarter mile south of the airport when the engine failed. No lubricant.
Any how, I came in damp and validated Dogs point of view. Sometimes it pays to check further, and sometimes it pays to check in other places.
From the reaches,