A sneaky $20

The headache I woke up with yesterday subsided through the day, and by evening I wasn't thinking about it, but by then it was kind of late to think about trumpet practice. I'm not really supposed to be in here in the evening, in this industrial park, and I certainly don't want to advertise my presence to the sketchy characters who live in the parking lot here.

So I went to bed promptly at 1AM and was up at 9AM. This is a huge change from the schedule I'd followed for years, beddie-bye at maybe 7AM and up at 3 or 4 in the afternoon.

This is the schedule my boss follows, and he can keep it as far as I'm concerned. I'm done with this night-time stuff. I put in years of getting up at a quarter to 6, to clock in at work at (tech co.) at 7, and in bed each night at 10. When I lost that job it was a great feeling being up and around and not have to show up anywhere, just riding my motorcycle around at 9 or 10AM, enjoying the day. Soon enough though I feel into a late enough schedule that I no longer had that enjoyment.

It's been hard, adjusting, but my idea is to get my work done in the daytime, and then have the evenings free for practice, busking, etc.

I woke up with a headache again which is not at all normal for me. Maybe that bacon I got for $1 a package wasn't a good idea after all. It's warm enough that it's time to switch over to my warm-weather diet which does not call for a lot of bacon anyway. My warm-weather breakfast is a couple of hard-boiled eggs with Kewpie mayo and furikake seasoning on top and of course delicious chicory coffee.

I had just started on my coffee when a guy pulled up in front, who was here to pick up a very large and heavy spectrum analyzer. I had it up near the front of the shop and only had to open up the roll-up door and we loaded it into his car, and he looked around at things. He wanted "feet" that go on the bottom of HP instruments, and I found a set of 5 and one single one that had been listed on Ebay at one time but had somehow fallen off of the system. "'Bit rot', I call it", I explained, and sold him the 6 feet for a $20 bill which is OK because I buy a lot of stuff that gets used in my work here. 

Aaaaaaaaaand... this happened:

Oobleck!

 It's ... Oobleck, right out of that Dr. Seuss book! Actually it's some sort of oil/water emulsion used in an automatic CNC machine big enough to live in, I know because I ran over to the machine shop we're end-to-end with, and there was the machine, and there was the green stuff, which they were cleaning up too. The stuff must have started leaking in about the time I was selling the instrument feet to the guy. My little shop vac does an unreasonably good job of cleaning the stuff up, so I know how my afternoon will be spent.