Or something. Sadly, a day less productive than it might have been, as a large and important item I needed for the day's main task arrived...broken. Subtly so, which makes it even less fun. It's a thingamabob we swap out and send the the old one back to be rebuilt; I don't think they're making any new and there's one place that can rebuild them. Usually.
Happy news, the snow is melting. Is it Spring yet?
...Still reading Dean Ing. (His "Harve Rackham" yarns now. Oh, to have a cheetah and the room for it to run!) Some other authors in the queue. When were our book reports due?
He Worked On A Starship
2 months ago