I have to make the decision to spend money on firearms (for work, I swear) or on power tools (for various projects). Ha! Bow to my macho conumdrum!

I need to get through this month. With the moving, the house projects that need to get done before and in conjunction with the moving, and work all taking my attention, I have to commit ot the idea that 'free time' is not a luxury I have until after the first of the year. Then I will take some days off to to do nothing but sit with a fat cat in my lap, but until such a time I am busy every hour of every day unless I am asleep.

Rest assured, sports car racers, I still find this world tiresome in all its forms. I just have to make things out of wood before I can sit with the cat and drink until the voices stop . . . you know, the curse of obligations . . .