Like a jigsaw puzzle of vehicles, the traffic jam stretched itself out lazily over four hundred metres. Cyclists had it easy, weaving paths out of nothing only to be caught in a temporary cul-de-sac of fuming drivers. Bus conductors formed a group on the pavement, smoking their bidis. A woman in a BMW rolled the tinted window down for the first time since she left her house. The solid-red, circular traffic light was all that kept the congestion in place; as I stood staring from my terrace, admiring a beautiful puzzle that changed when you were ten storeys down inside a vehicle.
She carefully carved the yolk out of her fried egg. Using a plastic fork, she picked it up and threw it out of the window. That was all for the day. There were seven inches between the driver's side of her car and the wall. She slid in easily, her bony right hand shaking a little on the wheel. Driving past a hoarding (It's raining burgers! Buy 2 Get 2 free!!), Ana closed her eyes and pulled up at a restaurant. "I need to use your restroom." Locking the door behind her, Ana stuck a finger down her throat: egg whites.
Finally managed to make some cabochons that passed inspection. Apparently the only way to do it right is if I'm grinding down my fingernails in the process.
I am undecided as to what project I will work on tomorrow, but I'm leaning toward making a sled for the table saw that will allow me to cut puzzle pieces. I think I will need to make 2 different sleds, or figure out how to make a sled that will allow both Dado and regular blade cuts.
Not much to say tonight I guess. Odd since there is so much rattling around in my trap tonight.