Got a text that said, “I’m here, and I’ve got a crap ton of stuff for you.” And she did!
And some of it was quotidian stuff I bought, and some was a new camo net for the Fortress of Attitude, and some was kind of melancholy – I inherited a box of old sheet-metal tools from my father – and some was genuine TUAK care packages!
Somebody found out Uncle Joel has a wish list, and hit it pretty hard. Some reloading gear and one of those gadgets for filing a saw chain on the bar. Also somebody paid far too much in postage to send me coffee and flour, thank you very much…
And there’s a new shiny for the Lair’s Wall’o’kitsch!
This is shaping up to be a busy day, because I’ve got to schlep hay with D&L and then then there’s a Landlady project. But this is going up posthaste.
Thanks, guys!
“quotidian” My new word for the day. Thank you Joel.
I already knew quotidian without googling it; the result of 12 years of parochial edjumacation. That, and readin’ them fancy-schmancy magazines with a dictionary on hand.
I always liked that one. The Indians among my ancestors (my grandmother was 1/4 ‘skin, & my grandfather was about that) would attest to its truth.