Pharmacy didn't have my T ready
because my endo didn't get around to calling it in. Got to call him again. It's a good thing I've learned to start the process of getting my new vial well ahead of needing it, because sometimes it takes them ages to get their collective crap together.
So in order to not make it a wasted trip into town, I went to the hardware store to pad out my secret stash.
I confess I have a hidden supply of tools and hardware for my own personal use, which I have no intention of sharing. It started when I could never find a freakin' hammer, which is absurd on a farm. But it isn't really, because if we're a farm and supposed to already have tools everywhere, no one ever buys new ones. Plus, everybody's always got their own projects in different places, so we're always pilfering tools from each other's work sites, and in the end nobody actually knows where everything is and you may have to search the entire premises to find one lousy phillips head screwdriver. (The un-selfish side of my having a secret stash is that I don't pilfer other people's tools anymore, either.) Today I got my own personal drill bits, double sided clips and things for fencing, was tempted by the needle nosed pliers and the caulk, thought about plumbing and hose ends, and totally forgot about getting a roll of thin wire.
I confess as well that the hardware store is my version of the proverbial candy store.
Also, I laid out sheepskins in salt this morning, and my hands still smell like lamb fat.
