Being the adventures of a historic recreationist

Or at least flinch a bit. Last weekend was 12th Night. For some reason, I thought it was nest weekend.  (As a result, my project timetable was rather skewed.) What brought this startling revelation to light was my Pelican calling Thursday evening to ask about details for the pick-up of my auction items.( Gruesome details behind the cut )Not too bad, really. I have dealt with worse. Ask me about my shirt from CoCo...