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Whee! It's Friday! Not that there's a lot of difference for me between Fridays and any other days, but it's another clicking noise on the ratcheting around of the week.
I'll probably add things to this entry, but for now, let me say that I have some unusual workbench fun ahead of me. There are a few things up there which I need to find and send to a writer friend who will then have hands-on examples of doing streak tests to distinguish jet from coal. A few other things may turn up as I sort those, which would be handy; I'll tell you what they are if I find them.
This is the grumbling about hyperhidrosis part: It is of course worse in the summer, worse the hotter it gets. But now I have taken to wrapping the bottom of my tshirt around my elbows when sitting at this particular table, because otherwise the water is warping the wood surface. Argh. And I am again reminded that I'm SO GLAD I don't have palmar hyperhidrosis, because then I might not be able to hold my tools. Nope, just trunkal. And feet. And my head. Which is really enough. More than enough, even. Argh argh. Grumble grumble grumble.
Do you have a grumble? One you are not looking for fixes for, because you have researched it thoroughly and that's not what you need right now, because you just need a moment to go ARGH and have that ARGH be affirmed, rather than seen as invitation to tinker?
I'll probably add things to this entry, but for now, let me say that I have some unusual workbench fun ahead of me. There are a few things up there which I need to find and send to a writer friend who will then have hands-on examples of doing streak tests to distinguish jet from coal. A few other things may turn up as I sort those, which would be handy; I'll tell you what they are if I find them.
This is the grumbling about hyperhidrosis part: It is of course worse in the summer, worse the hotter it gets. But now I have taken to wrapping the bottom of my tshirt around my elbows when sitting at this particular table, because otherwise the water is warping the wood surface. Argh. And I am again reminded that I'm SO GLAD I don't have palmar hyperhidrosis, because then I might not be able to hold my tools. Nope, just trunkal. And feet. And my head. Which is really enough. More than enough, even. Argh argh. Grumble grumble grumble.
Do you have a grumble? One you are not looking for fixes for, because you have researched it thoroughly and that's not what you need right now, because you just need a moment to go ARGH and have that ARGH be affirmed, rather than seen as invitation to tinker?
