…If a guy in Afghanistan reaches out to save me from my grim, pitiable French Press deprivation. I do appreciate it, though. Stainless does make more sense than glass, since I’ve broken two of the latter and can’t even beat my nubile kitchen wench when it happens.
Wan, filtered sunlight so far this morning. Which is better than thick Michigan-grade overcast. Out of curiosity as much as concern for damage to a neighbor I’m supposed to be helping, I’ve been paying attention to Ian’s state of charge. A few days ago I bootlegged a ginormous extension cord from his inverter to run my Battery Minder, thus saving my brand-new batteries from running so low I go without lights. I’m mindful, of course, that his system is also run by the nonexistent sun, but the lowest I ever dragged his state-of-charge is 86%. And I know that without cheating, because his Outback charge controller records history. Pretty cool.
Going to town with neighbors this morning. I need to see if the new Ace that just opened (on the premises of the local hopelessly-dysfunctional grocery story) carries 8- or 10-gauge flexible cable and some useful terminals. I need to replace the cables between my new batts and charge controller, and it turned out what I had on hand wasn’t suitable. Maybe more later.
Nah, not whiny. Afghanistan just helps people realize how essential coffee really is.