1:00AM; December 31, 2013.
Waiting for computer to crunch numbers. Lovely clear night, full moon, stars twinkling. Moderate temperature, no wind. Go for walk down cut line to one of the rigs. Hear rig before seeing it. Roar of diesel generator. Clang of pipe. Whirr of top drive. Turn bend in cut line. See lights of derrick. Spotlights illuminate deck to daylight luminosity. Stand in awe. Walk back to office shack.
Think of Hawaii next Tuesday. Bordeaux in hand. Hot dancer from Toronto. Soft breasts smothering me. Warm pussy milking me.
Happy New Year, fellow tusclers.

