“Dude, what’s going on? Your post count is lagging. Yeah, hard to get motivated when work is smoking me and fishing is thirty miles away, at least.”
Well, here we are; It’s September. Starbucks has started selling their “Pumpkin Spice Latte” and the temps are dropping at night, though you couldn’t tell with the day time highs. According to forecast sites, we have approximately one week before Butte sees some drastic changes.
Tue SEP 6 88/50
Wed SEP 7 90/52
Thu SEP 8 82/39
Fri SEP 9 75/41
Sat SEP 10 81/45
Sun SEP 11 79/45
Mon SEP 12 72/43
Tue SEP 13 73/39
Wed SEP 14 72/37
Thu SEP 15 68/36
Fri Sep 16 64/34
I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty excited about the soon to come changes. It also means, however, winter is around the corner; With it comes even lower temperatures.
For the most part, I feel I’m ready for Butte cold. “Yeah, you say that now, but you’ve not even experienced it before. It’s a whole new cold from what you’re used to, pal. ‘Yeah, so? I did my due diligence and have all my layers squared away. I even used it as an excuse to buy my more base layers.'”
This week was fairly brutal, in terms of hours worked. We averaged fourteen to fifteen hour days, with Thursday and Friday seeing us getting off at 4am.
Today, Sunday, I’ve little interest in doing anything other than relaxing. “Oh, but didn’t you tell people you were going fishing when they asked you what you were doing this holiday weekend? Yep! I sure did, but my body and soul ain’t having it.” After only sleeping five hours, from appx 430am – 930am yesterday morning, by 3pm yesterday, my body said, “No more! You’re going back to bed.” Next thing I know, It’s 7am Sunday morning. Now I’m sitting on the couch, listening to some soft coffee shop jazz, pecking away at the keyboard. I’m not sure how the rest of my lazy day is going to unfold, but I am certain there’s a nice thick ribeye somewhere in today’s future.
