My hands are tender. The tips of my fingertips are slowly, but surely, developing a nice think layer of skin from using various types of snips, crimps, solding irons, and so on. We are quickly approaching the day of dropping the ufo-like audio console into the AM control room, replacing the old boat that’s in there right now. As little sleep as I am getting, I’m having a heck of a good time. It’s nice that I have been able to come home tonight at a decent time. At least I was able to cook myself some dinner.
I’m anxious for warmth. Just when you think that winter is about to give in, the ice starts to melt off the roof, pools of water are all over the parking lots… Nope, it gets cold again. Bone chilling, actually. Savings are going well, and this bird needs to fly somewhere warm when I get the chance.
It’s time to get some rest. Sleep deprivation decreases brain function, and that is no lie.