Project, failure, crash, burn, abort, retry

So the helmet project was a bust (missile sound, boom!) and will need to be redone from the floor-up. I hope I have enough yarn to start again or it will be another month in acquisition and procurement. There may also be swearing involved. It'll wait until I can breathe again, though. Pal Joey was kind enough to spread his toxic cooties to me before bugging out of town so my focus is elsewhere at the moment.

It is times like this when I wish my collection of Phillip K. Dick short stories had not run away. I hate re-buying books.