Kind of like the cradle, but without all the drinking from goblets.

Yesterday, the guy at Sam’s Club crashed the wheel of the heavily-laden cart into my big toe. Apparently, it happens all the time.

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Operation K. Be sure to wish him one as well.

And, apparently, Lauren Bacall died.

I would have had her babies in the 60s.

Yesterday was a day of getting started on the ga-jillion things I have on my list. Happily, I marked off about 7 of them. Suck it, list. I also made headway on my big personal project of the week. I got 4 of the 8 “found” tires ready for the nightmare workout I am preparing for the Rev. Dark Wombat. How do I not own electrical tape?

And Dave sent me a couple of videos. You Metal nerds will dig them. And you ukulele/computer nerds will, too.

This first one, he plays way up high on the tiny strings. Because those are the only strings he has:

This next one is funny and nerdy:

Today is, sadly, not Lord Kelvin’s day of rest, but instead, it is round three of working on the list. I’m off to hunt for fan blades.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC