I haven't found what I was looking for, but I found something else.
See, every now and then this shell I'm living in is giving me some threats. One way or another, it says "You, up there, slow down or else!" And I shudder and think "What else?". Well, of course, the pump.
So I'm facing some boring procedures, one sometime this autumn, the other one in the spring. What I like the most about the second one is that it's some sort of plastic surgery, thank you very much. Plastic surgery, my dear, she will be naive again!
Otherwise, not much. I'm sanding the rails of the crib to build some nightstands. I've got help!
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