Even after all these years I still want to put “And The Feed” at the ends of the headlines. Some habits are hard to break.
Anyway, roof. We are getting the boring brown 25 year shingles that are rated to 120 MPH wind gusts, the roofer said the existing shingles looked to only be rated for 70-90 MPH gusts given the number that were missing and the distance the house was from the center of the tornado track. I need to go to the bank and find out why Mrs. the Poet’s debit card was declined for $140 of groceries with a $3700 balance the day before and also transfer the money for the roof from the firewalled account into the spendable account. I always put large sums of money into an account that is only accessible by going to the bank and moving it to an account I can write a check or use my card to get to. Until I make it accessible I can’t accidentally spend it on things like comic books or massages, because believe me if I had the money I would be getting a massage every other day at least. Besides just feeling good, which is enough in and of itself, massage is the only thing so far that has had any kind of lasting effect on the pain caused by Arthur Dent. And for those who have forgotten I give all my pains in the neck names if their parents haven’t already done that. And Arthur Dent is the divot on the back of my neck left by the removal of the huge lipoma that is shown in a specimen cup at the top of my Facebook page. But anyway, trip to the bank for fixing Mrs. the Poet’s account and transferring the roof money from the safe account to the account I can spend money from.
And the still “Not-Rich”? I only matched 2 out of 6 numbers on the Lotto, so I be po’ or p’r as in can’t afford a vowel.
Yesterday was grocery day where I discovered all my money is in the wrong accounts and I didn’t have anything spendable at the grocery store. Fortunately my son was able to cover the <$20 tab so we could get out. I did manage to grab the last $0.50 pumpkin pie. I'm not pulling your leg, there was a 9" frozen pumpkin pie for 4 bits on my preferred shopper card.
Outside of the grocery store I’m having a shingles outbreak on my left arm, lots of itchy little blisters on my forearm. Also I’m dealing with an allergy attack that kept me awake all night when I couldn’t find the allergy/sleeping pills, so I’m on my 28th hour of semi-wakefulness. My biggest problem is itchy burning eyes, which is also my normal “Hey, Dummy, get some sleep” body response.
On the TGS2 mockup I’m still not happy with the way the layout of the cutouts for the front wheels has been going. The good thing is I just need to get the shape of this floor piece right and tack some wheels on it than tack the bucket on it and the cover on top of the body and it’s picture-taking time. Making the front fenders will be fun so you can see what I have been looking at in my mind’s eye. I’m still debating if I should completely enclose the back of the fender or leave it open for less drag. I don’t know which way will actually have less drag so I’m making both styles and doing A-B-A testing for gas mileage to determine lowest drag by seeing which one has the highest highway mileage. Lacking a wind tunnel or access to a long straight for top speed testing this is the best method I have to determine comparative drag.
I’m on my third car race of the day on the idiot box, Global Rallycross, which followed the 350 lap Indycar race from Iowa, which followed the Indy Lights race from Iowa. I was in bed trying to sleep during the Austrian F1 Gran Prix telecast. Of the 4 kinds of racing the Lights cars are closest in appearance to the TGS2 simply because of the expansive floor pan in front of the rear tires. Of the 4 kinds of racing my preference is the Indy Car, I mostly watch F1 for design inspiration, the Lights are the guys I will probably see in Indycar in future seasons, and the GRC are a bunch of guys getting dirty and sideways that looks like a lot of fun.
And I need to go to bed now before I faceplant into the keyboard again.