Kith & Kin | He's Dead, Jim
We—Mein Vater und ich—are nearing the end of the rebuilding of the stairs, remaking them better than new. Remind me never to pursue a career in construction. Working with my hands has been highly gratifying, above & beyond all the interesting things I've been learning about woodworking & home improvement, but in the process those selfsame hands have been cut to ribbons. Splinters aplenty & twice today I drew minor quantities of blood my left hand, including a colossally irritating cut at the tip of the index finger. I was at the home improvement warehouse again today, & I'll be there again tomorrow. I am so very weary of the home improvement warehouse. O how wish the local hardware store, the crazy one with the preposterously knowledgeable staff, hadn't been driven out of business by the home improvement warehouse!

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
The Four Lads, "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)" via iTunes (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: Life is better, maybe even best, when you are sporting a fez.