Out the door!

The item I've been working on—typically magnified 150% to be able to read ordinary text and sometimes 300% to guess at what the really teeny-tiny text says—is out the door. One of the pleasant aspects of the job had to do with the fact that I was able to find almost all of the absolutely-off-the-wall number of abbreviations in the document, thanks of course to the Web (and to the fact that the company in question is, um, "well-represented" there).

Time to go put the boneless leg of lamb into the oven. (I had bought it last Saturday from the folks at "Grass Roots," a local purveyor of, if not organic, than at least hormone- and antibiotic-free meat.)

With the assignment gone, I feel about ten pounds lighter.

Cheers...

Where was it, exactly, I heard of Pagosa Springs?

"Well, we shot that tunnel at a hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen, and we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a Lousiana swamp. Went down and around and around and down ’til we run outta ground at the edge of town. Bashed into the side of the feed store… in downtown Pagosa Springs.
 --Wolf Creek Pass (Bill "C.W. McCall" Fries, Chip Davis)