Get this…. an hour after I get the new drier hooked up. A knock at the door, and a guy with a new drier is standing there. I think two driers? Maybe a mistake at the appliance store? No, my step son in talking with Mrs Cosmic, decides he wants a new drier for his loft downtown. So, he has one delivered here. I tried to pay the guys to deliver it to his loft, but they can’t, out of zone or whatever. My step son drives an Audi, so “I” have to deliver it. Up two fucking flights of stairs!
Ha ha, so, we saved like dollars in delivery, which will be good to cover my chiropractor’s copay.
Cosmic’s Folklore (ha ha) in Cosmic’s cuttlebone banded pipe.
Meanwhile, I got a couple getting married next week, and their bands are just grains of metal and a bag of rocks waiting for me on my bench. I need more hours in the damn day!