Worked in the garage "shop" for awhile, getting an extremely dull chisel usable for a project that I'm making. Spent a fair amount of time on it. Took the wife out to lunch. Came back home and worked on that accursed chisel a bit more, and got it even sharper, and it's sharp enough to shave hair off my arm. Talked about cabbages and kings with one of my neighbors, and then went home and hooked up my son's shop vac up to my table saw to cut more pieces for my project- mine ate shit (not project pieces, as there are two filters and a cyclone separator- I just wore it out) and vibrated itself to a violent death. Then, a 20+ year old can of spray paint sprang a leak in the garage and stunk the place up. Cleaned that up and then went to fix dinner. The lacquer stench from the leaking can has subsided. I was going to take it and some of it's fellows to the household hazmat turn-in that our city has, but I didn't apply in time to make it, last month.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
