Half Explanation of my Lost Week-End
(Yes, despair.com always has what I need.)
Working at home off the clock undoing a major mistake. A mistake easily remedied, except for the fact that it had been stapled between two non-mistakes. 95 times. A good example of how our parents' teachings ingrain themselves in our inner dialogue, though in this case maybe not enough. With each staple I could hear my late father..."Think twice; print, cut, glue or whatever once.

Kinda makes me sorry I threw away that stapler pincher thing that had blowing around the house for twenty years. A small Exacto knife took a great deal of the wear and tear off of my Sally Hansen Fuschia Power X-Treme Wear (it's got Bioactive Glass that bonds to nail proteins. Scientific, right? And cheap.) finger nails. I hadn't painted my own fingernails since sometime in March 1979, while BabyBot was napping. It was soon apparent that I had hit the end of an era. I think the new era is still going strong - this finger nail stuff is not too practical. And fingers need more maintenance than toes.