I actually put in a full day’s work yesterday, and never raised a sweat. I was just finishing up the morning’s edition of my keyboard gig when Geiger Counter Guy called begging (literally begging) for help with arsenic caps, which he’d put off until after the last minute and now people were yelling at him. I know that feeling well, plus caps are quick though boring money. So I spent a few hours over there slicing and drilling and tapping things with hammers. Got back to the Lair to find even more keyboard gig had landed in my in-box. So I worked on that into the evening, and since that was the last installment my customer and I traded emails and settled up.
My new wood stove is in the bank! Or it will be when I get the money, which will take a couple of weeks minimum. Still need about $100 for pipe, taxes and unexpected extras, but I can raise a hundred bucks when I need to.
I know I’m obsessing and probably boring the hell out of you with the wood stove thing, but let me tell you something I discovered yesterday morning which may help convey the full horror of suck and fail that is my current wood stove. Yesterday I rolled out of the sack with the thermometer telling me it was 38 degrees inside. It was shivery as hell, and I was in a bad mood, and so I did something I’m normally far too cheap to do: I opened the oven door and gave the gas valve a massive crank. And do you know, the oven heated up the cabin far faster and better than that wood stove ever has? If Zoe had tried to warm her toesies in there she’d have roasted like a squab.