Busy Busy Busy

Website cratered Sunday.
Still doing the endless list to get everything transferred to new host:
.     Unlock
.     EPP
.     Name pointers
What's next.

 Taking Big Sally to Ni-Ka-Ga-Ha District Camporall this weekend.
Taking her to Scouting 500 in KCMO next weekend.
Sawing patterns and wheels for neckerchief slides like a crazy man.
Putting the inside of the Bus back together after having work done on the pneumatics systems . . . took many and many a panel off; unhooked many and many a line . . . replaced one air-pressure manifold and feet of rubber line.
Replacing broken screws (I didn't do it; they were busted before I got her.)

 Sweeping like an indentured servant.  Drilling new holes for cabling . . . and sweeping some more.

 Rebuilding tool benches to reflect new tool arrangement.

 Oh, did I mention I'm working to rebuilding the calendar?  Yeah, that too.

 Hang in there another couple of days . . .

 Uncle Pat

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