I'm at a pork processing plant waiting to be invited in to get my load. I've been here since 0700 this morning. I was a little late due to weather, but it's been six hours of waiting so far.

And, time not wasted either.

I finished Chapter 8 and sent Chapter 6 to the elves for processing. I suspect Chapter 6 will not go over very well. It deals with sexual situations that have not been too popular here at GA. Oh, well, such is life as seen through dirty lenses.

The only constant thing going on today is the constant squealing of pigs. There seems to be no end to the number of livestock trucks bring the tasty beasties to slaughter.

Yet, I sit here waiting to be called in to get my load. I suspect it is some kind of trim product since I'm taking the load to another company for further processing.

One thing that's been interesting is the workers coming out for smoke breaks. There are the ones that wear white uniforms and knee-high rubber boots. They have a lot of blood splattered on them. There are other who only have the rubber boots and there are others who wear white, but don't have boots. It kind of makes one wonder what exactly is going on inside.

I'll leave it at wonder, though, as I have absolutelly no interest in going in and looking. It might be okay after the piggies are turned into pork to see that side of the processing, but I have do not wish to see the piggies being turned into pork.

Good little piggy. Thunk! Slice! Slop! Whirr! Squish! Squirt! Yuck!!!

And, all the heads sitting over there in the corner waiting for their turn to be further processed.

What's nice, though, is that it doesn't stink here like it does at the pork processing facility in Ottumwa, IA. Every time I go there, it smells sickly sweet like fresh pork. Here, there isn't any meat smell at all.

Just the incessant squealing of pigs fighting to get off the trailer so they can be first in line to get thunked in the head.