Yesterday morning I had zero typewriters. Picked up the Coronet from my parent’s last night, and found a second, the 88, from Craigslist this afternoon.
Pumpkins carved, we had fun doing these. Didn’t get a chance to carve any last year.
In the process of writing a snail mail letter today, I managed to write two fountain pens empty.
Anyone else smash a smoke alarm until it stops beeping after going off for absolutely no reason 4 times in an hour and the silence button does nothing? I can’t be the only one.
Finally got time to tear into the Moonlander’s drivetrain issue. Turns out 7 years of riding in all kinds of conditions and numerous miles has finally killed the X7 derailleur. Time to order a clutched derailleur.
Wrapping up a journal entry. This has been a daily habit for the past few years.
What’s the easiest way to tell if a room used to be a bathroom? Look for the toilet shaped hole under the carpet.
