Sometimes I think I have the coolest job ever. Who else gets to start their day with a bucket truck ride into the beautiful skies just after sunrise? With a slight breeze wafting through my ponytail and the the sun warming my nose I watched the cars on the nearby interstate rush their passengers to their daily destinations and wondered where all those people were going. And I marveled that unlike them, I got to stand perfectly still way up in the sky and enjoy God's handiwork from a boxseat. Cool. Way cool.