Stuck In My Head (Sunday)

The number fifty-five has been stuck in my head all day. The first thing is that annoying song from the 80s “I - can’t – drive. Fifty-fiiiiiiive!” by Sammy Hagar. And the more I try to block it out, the more annoying it is.

Chip came back today. He flew in, and came right back to work to see what was going on. I think most people would unpack and go to bed, but Chip had to see what was going on. He had a couple of funny stories, but I think that he mostly worked his butt off on the conferences. He really can’t wait to get back into the thick of things.

And I’m thinking about the mandatory Fifty-five miles per hour law that America had back in the 70s. I was too young to remember it now, but I remember reading a few years ago that it was widely unpopular, but at the time of gas shortages, the lowering of the speed limit saved a lot of gasoline. I don’t remember how much, but it seemed like a lot as I was reading the article.

I’m stuck with my presentations for Tuesday. One of my sources of information is our higher headquarters and they are late getting their information posted. So I’m at a work stoppage. And there is no one in their office now, so it’s not like I can call anyone. Spence is cool with it, but I don’t like to be left waiting.

I also think about Arby’s Roast Beef Sandwiches. I’m pretty hungry (again) and my obsession with the number fifty-five has morphed into an Arby’s Five for Five special. That’s close enough.

I remembered today that I missed Towel Day this past week. Dang!!! I even had my towel ready.

But I only have fifty-five days left here.