The days are running together...

I've been out here for 11 days now.
Only 12 days to go.
The days have started running together.
12 or 13 hour days, day after day.
I have a little daily calendar that I flip over every night when I come on tour.
This morning I couldn't remember if I had flipped it or not. I had to check the time and date on the computer to check that I had the right day.
You see, when you work 23 days in a row out in the middle of nowhere, it really doesn't matter what day it is. It's not like there is a post office that might be shut on sunday, or a shop that you want to run to before it shuts.

It's kind of strange in a way.

I'm really running out of interesting things to say.
I've had a marvelous time reading everyone's blogs. And I got a really nice comment recently. Thanks Peg.

One funny thing I remember from last hitch, well....it was funny to me at the time...

The story goes, we had finished the well and I had rigged down my unit. I managed to get my arse on a flight outta the plains of despair earlier than when everyone at home expected me.
I rang my usual taxi guy to come and pick me up. He had another job to go to so he wasn't sure if he could take me the whole way, so he was going to call his offsider to take me the rest of the way. Bugger that stuffing around, just drop me at a mates house along the way.
I got out of the taxi and my mate Tina was standing by her front door waiting for me. (Actually, she was saying goodbye to a visitor, but it sounds much nicer when you say she was waiting for me).

First words out of her mouth "You're so clean!".

Hmmnnn..... now I don't know what she was expecting, but I do shower every day.

Yeah yeah, I know, kind of a sucky story. But I got nothing else man.