Our wayfarers arrived home at midnight. I woke up, tuck a mostly asleep girl into bed, told her one story, then crept out.
My weekend went along quietly. I played lots of Black Prophecy, but I made sure to keep the stints to reasonable lengths. I also am doing a finishing pass on the novel. 70k words. Wow.
I edged the front walk and caulked the joints. Those joints are deep. They sucked down six tubes of caulk, and I'm still not done.
I also worked on camping gear. I adjusted my bow saw's teeth a little, and it now cuts better. I experimented with my pick-mattock, and found that it makes a tolerable splitter. So, no need to buy a splitter just yet.
Glad that we might squeak by the debt ceiling impass. One ugly fight down. Many ugly fights remaining. I say this because I've come to accept peak oil. No, oil is not running out. However, in the end, power = economy. We now have a tough problem to work through: how to do we run a steady-state economy without making haves and have-nots?