And you know what? This one didn't work out so well. Yes: during, the UPS truck silently delivered my folding aluminum wheelbarrow capable of handling 250 lbs. I move rocks around the land, making trails, hoping to stay my muscles' decline.
But then I had to re-record the whole 1.5 hour presentation. Technical spit. Some shoe charity complained bitterly about static on the phone feed: so distracting, so upsetting, so mind-affecting that her (?) head spun. True. I could hear it spinning. Kind of a roulette-wheel noise. Phil Gramm's nation of whiners? No. No, no, no. Silly perfectionists is all.