Well, I looked at my taxes for a minute this morning.
That is, if you can call walking past the stack of files sitting ominously on the Dining Room table as "looking at."
I had to move them out of my office last weekend because I kept piling other stuff up on top of them and sorting them around accidentally and then after losing one or two of them spending a half hour panicking.
I did manage to open up all eight of the giant pneumatic valves in the new batch and didn't find anything surprising, so I'm promising myself I'll buckle down and get four of them torn down, soaked in solvent, rinsed off, and put back together with new o-rings and seals and out of the building tomorrow, BUT...
right now it's time go sit on the deck in the sun with the Turbo Pup and smoke a cigar and
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