Hmph...

One of those days where you just want to sit under your desk, sulk and devise intricate methods for destroying beaurocracy, focusing on but not limited to the tax office...
But instead you will be good, ignore the sore throat, and politely play with model stellar atmospheres and converse with visitors while your brain dribbles down the back of your throat.

And it is not yet 10 am.

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Nothing like calming down from wanting to strangle people by finishing the main seams on a leather satchel. Now all I need to do is decide how to attach the tablet woven handle and do so. Lots of people at the AAF craft night. Plenty done and lots of fabric sales - Z made the price of the 45m wool back and more people still want to buy some... and more than half left.

Not really looking forward to tommorrow though. Shock waves play merry hell with the boundary conditions when right in the innermost layers. Nothing like seeing the 20 year expert comment on never having seen THAT before...

Sleep first though.