Ca-ching at the pump

Friday, wet and grey, but Friday nonetheless for that. The Miata's low-fuel warning light came on during the drive home last night, so I stopped and gave it a drink on the way in. Premium was at $4.30 this morning. The penalty for driving is ratcheting up, and heaven help you if you've decided the only way to get around it to wrap yourself in a couple tons of oversized automotive monstrosity, because the penalty for dragging all that weight with you everywhere is now as large as your vehicle. If it costs me over $40 to fill the Miata... Just like a couple years ago when gas rose to over $4/gallon, used car lots are once again full of big trucks and SUVs. This is known as a tipping point.

It's Building Community Day at the college. Once a year, the college uses a non-instruction day (no classes) as an internal employee training and celebration day. Oh, we are open for business, but most employees can participate in workshops, special events, or other actives off and on throughout the day, even if they have to take it in shifts. Some employees really look forward to this annual event, others (mostly those who are far too cool to be caught dead showing interest in anything that isn't deadly serious) eschew it. With workshops on technologies, assessment, homegrown food, degree audit, emergency preparedness, dance, an employee recognition luncheon, and much more, there are options for pretty much all employees. So while today is by no means a Friday off, it is a Friday with a difference.

The music this morning was mostly, meh. Too many overly-earnest, breathy singers trying to sound significant. Even Carole King was starting to repeat herself into preachiness. The high point was the Low Anthem.

The full playlist:

- The Jazz Networks: Someday My Prince Will Come
- Carole King: Peace in the valley
- The Weepies: They're In Love, Where Am I?
- Logh: The Invitation
- The Low Anthem: To Ohio (Reprise)


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