From: null@void.com   
      
   Leon Fisk  writes:   
      
   > On Sat, 22 Nov 2025 23:23:26 -0500   
   > Clare Snyder  wrote:   
   >   
   >>no messages for several days.   
   >   
   > It's been quiet of late. Just Jim and Richard bantering about World   
   > problems...   
      
   You are welcome ;-)   
      
   Problem is, I am laid-up with 'flu or if not, a particulary 'orrible   
   common-cold.   
      
   I was busy doing things and things in the garden and in the outbuilding   
   - given we could only have days before the weathr turns and working   
   outdoors becomes "difficult" (we get endless drizzle here in winter) -   
   and things were looking good.  Getting things done I had never done   
   before.  And actually looking forward to being in the outbuilding.  Even   
   the boarding so far of the roof-space has got so much lighter "stores"   
   off the floor.  Next day I'd have run my new circular saw along the   
   plywood and had all the intended boarding done.  Actually, i would have   
   cut an extra board which cannot remain there, and use it to shuffle   
   things back-and-forth as I free boards now known to be to size to bring   
   down and paint.  I think bright white underside is going to increase the   
   light in at the benches, etc.   
   All things like building a welding bench, etc. - that could be done   
   indoors as the winter weather comes slanting in off the Atlantic.   
   Radiant paraffin heater making the things just how you'd want it.   
   How the mind sees projects when you are in happy space.   
      
   Feeling well enough to sit-up, but even with central-heating on, have   
   woolly hat on and second duvet wrapped around me and over my head.   
      
   So, on this juncture, wishing you all well and apologising for not   
   keeping-going "angels dancing on pins" and "optimum number of bars on a   
   5-bar gate" :-) conversations.   
      
   Hopefully re-emerge soon.   
      
   Regards,   
   Rich S   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)