I sweated like a pig in pursuit of the elusive auto-opening lathe door. I received a mild sunburn to the head. I drove over three hundred miles in the Van hunting parts, and helped hang an 1100 lb chuck in yet another lathe. I spent the better part of an hour trying to explain N dimensional geometry to a customer. (in order to use machine tools, you need to understand N dimensional geometry, because it allows you to understand where tools are and what they do, and how they can interfere with other equipment) I might as well have been trying to explain Heisenberg to a wombat. I set myself on fire torching an access hole in an old electrical panel that is being dismantled. I used the ladies room in the customer’s facility because the mens room was occupied, and I made it unfit for human habitation for the next thirty-seven years. I also scratched and popped a zit on my leg while I was doing so, and bled like a stuck pig all down the side of the commode. Which meant i ended up having to get down on my hands and knees and wipe off a crapper in a factoryt bathroom. Nice. Then I arrived home to find a second ups notice on the door of my house, and call ups to discover it’s from a company that wants it’s erroneously shipped parts back, and I’m damned if I am going to ship them back until they send me the RIGHT stuff, and I have no time to do this anyway, and they never TOLD me they were arranging a pickup or I would have made some effort or shipped them myself, and I finished the air in the truck only to discover that the radiator cap has been loose for god knows how long, undoubtedly spraying collant all ovber hell as I drove, and I now need to monitor the damned thing to make sure that’s the source of the leakage and not some OTHER hole.

Today I expect the same thing, more or less. But at least I STARTED today with a splitting headache. That’ll make it all better.