Alden has gout. Sucks. He says he's getting better, but he's behind in the shop. He also told me more detail about how it sucks (to which I blinked and thought: And you know me from *where*?, but it didn't faze me - I just spent the weekend with Scots and No Sheep. Fired back a quick rejoinder. :smile:) which I will not detail - it's his tale to tell, not mine. :lol:
He is going to send me a new peg for my Scottish wheel - Yippee! I will be able to get rid of that ugly stick! I won't throw it away, though - I'll keep it to hopefully hold off Murphy's law. (I'm also going to make safety lines for the pegs - I've just about figured out how to attach them)
The kids doctor has the flu shot - Huzzah! We have an appointment for Saturday, so that's good. I don't have to call him to renew Herself's Concerta, I can just pick it up.
So, everyone wave 'em, or say a prayer, or think happy thoughts out to Alden, OK? I *really* want my wheel to come soon!