Morning Meeting

Fifteen Minute County 06 January 2024

Jan 06, 2025

Fifteen Minute County

Morning Meeting

We were all at the morning meeting. It was that bad.

The smokers could not have their semi-private meeting out on the Patio, since accumulated snow had reduced cleared seating at the picnic table to one. In his previous life, Section Leader DeMille had been part of Patrol Aviation, either in collection or detection missions conducted far from home with only the tools he brought with him. So, organization is one of his hallmarks as is his tendency to veer focus across mission areas.

So, despite the crowd there was no controversy. He waved his hands at the camera over the giant flatscreen in the wall to ensure the remote participants, one of whom was clearly wearing an aloha shirt. “Do we get a President and how deep?”

There followed a detailed discussion, to which the answer is penetrating and insightful as is a tradition when the Patio area is not buried in frozen mounds of snow.

“Probably, and maybe more than six inches. And no word on President Carter, and whether his remains have arrived at the Capitol. There is disinformation saying somehow this is all related, with the anniversary of the last Electoral College meeting about to pass without much attention.”

There was laughter about that from Vic, since one of his pals from Subic Bay had tried to get him to attend the demonstration a few years ago and only by the luck of a dead battery did he avoid becoming a threat to public order.

Kristina and Eddie came through fully bundled after crashing at the George Mason dorm after an impromptu hazard preparation at Liberty Tavern over on Wilson Boulevard. The theory had been to get lit up and see the first of the flakes and get home before things got bad. Except they didn’t.

There is likely to be plenty of time to sleep anything off over the next few days until things unfreeze. Vic put down his tablet with a sigh and looked up at Kristina, who thinks Don the METOC guy ought to do the pseudo-horoscope marketing feature Marketing wants to use for that auto-click thing they like.

“I’m a Gemini,” he said, and there a couple other nods around the table. “Jessica Adams has a feed on Substack and she says Karma acquired 18-19 years ago in our fields or wider social status may have rapid manifestation.” He leaned forward. “She indicates the current astrologic zeitgeist has resonation.”

That seemed to sum things up for the morning. There is some extraordinary stuff in progress at the moment, edicts and Executive Orders flying around to absolutely no purpose except more waste and pious posturing about partisan pieties. They are all fun, but Legal said Apple is now suspected of using the Siri Application to listen and record any conversations near the device.

A short focus group meeting indicates if damages of $25 for each device is what is apportioned in the verdict we might be entitled to a hundred bucks. Apiece.

And it is going to keep snowing for hours longer.

“Did anything happen back then?” asked Eddie, ducking toward the galley to avoid anything thrown in his direction. DeMille had been in situations similar when flying out of Iceland. “You owe or are owed – on a soul level. Just like Jessica Simpson says.”

He pressed a tab on the screen, confident it would tally as a multi-platform weather-current-affairs public-service post triple header. And we could have the guy in the Aloha shirt do the afternoon edition.

There was general agreement on that, and what the group might share on the way to brunch. At the conference table.

Vic’s Weather Report

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