I finally got to the office about 10 this morning after having those bone scans (three of them) at Pennington. It turns out my bones are actually excellent "for my age." (Ahem.) Not sure about the relevance of age, but I'm definitely sure now that those bones are strong enough that I would be able to safely fall off a horse at least a time or two yet down the road! (Don't tell Lizzie or Bug that, though!)
Mark left home yesterday about 2 to drive down to the dock at Fouchon below New Orleans and get on the crew boat that was leaving at 7 to go out to that other rig. Well, I had a voice mail when I finally got in this morning saying he was still at the dock and a helicopter would be coming for him shortly. He didn't say why he was still at the dock, though. What the heck . . . . ? Well, he finally called back a few minutes ago to tell me they had pulled him off the boat for one of those random drug screen tests, but because he hadn't had anything to drink on the drive down, he hadn't been able to "contribute" a urine sample, so . . . the boat left without him and he ended up going out for breakfast before coming back for the test. So they had to send a helicopter to take him to the rig. Not cheap. Serves them right! It WAS aggravating -- but not nearly as aggravating as when that happens when the guys are coming IN from the rig and are about to leave for home. It's one thing to get out to the rig late. It's quite another to be stuck there at the dock for hours when you're supposed to be on your way home. But anyway, it's all taken care of now and he's back at work for one more week. We are both going to be SO happy when he can finally retire!
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