Filled up the tank of the Liberty at the Shell Station in Riner Tuesday at what then seemed like a bargain $2.69.9 a gallon. Gas in Floyd that day was running at $2.74.9.

Turned out to be more of a bargain than originally thought. On Wednesday, the prices in Floyd jumped 15 cents a gallon and then another 10 cents on Thursday.

In Riner Thursday, the price at the Shell station was $2.99.9. As we drove by the Kroger on 460 Business, noticed the price was $2.84.9. Decided to stop there on the way out of town.

Lord these weeks just keep getting longer and longer. Today is my only night off and Amy, of course, has a growing to do list that needs attention.

I had hoped to launch the too-often delayed FloydCounty.Com on October 1 but a seemingly-endless succession of problems have occupied my time in a week that was to be devoted to getting that site online.

Sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner not later.

Gonna be a busy one. Got to get Fred and Fragments from Floyd back online before he goes into blog withdrawal. The Floyd County Commonwealth’s Attorney’s mess, which we thought the Supreme Court settled 10 days ago, is heating up again because Gordon Hannett is a sore loser and I have a backlog of print orders at the studio.

As Amy is prone to ask: Just when does this retirement and relaxation thing kick in?

Day started early with an email from Fred First (Fragments From Floyd). He ran into trouble when trying to access his blog. Since I host the blog, his problem became mine.

Turned out a hacker got into Fred’s blog and deleted it late Sunday night. When a blog the size of Fragments goes down a lot of rebuilding is in order and I spent a good part of the day creating a new one so we can port information over to it later this week.

Needless to say, security will be beefed up as well.

Fog hangs low over the hills surrounding Chateau Thompson as I let Chewy out into the damp for her morning constitutional. I lean against a tree as she hurtles headlong into the wet woods to explore and empty her bladder and bowels.

Rain is still falling and wind rustles through the trees on a morning that seems more like October. Unlike the dog, I mind getting wet and retreat to the back porch while she continues the morning adventure.