Flashes of Panic

The most exciting things happening at work (aside from that there are three of us now) are clients we don’t actually have yet, so I can’t talk about them. (You’ve heard of them. Unlike our biggest client to date, which is huge in Europe but most Americans I’ve mentioned them to shrug and ask, “Who?”)

I’ve posted most of my recent writing projects on my running blog. I have an interesting one due for release soon in a not-exactly-running periodical, which I will probably mention when it goes out.

So I wind up writing about how I multi-task on my walk back and forth to work (NPR podcasts, charging the wind-up flashlights) and the odd photo which went through my Flickr stream recently. That would be how I avoided throwing out a step-to-open metal trash can (used for Izzy’s scooped litter) when the lid hinge broke.

I dug in to my toolbox to find a handle from a previous Ikea project (three drawers and handles which came two to a packet, I think). I used an eight-penny nail to whack holes in the can lid, and screwed on the handle. Now the can works again (A says better than before) and the handle is a lot more solidly built than whatever flimsy plastic bit broke in the hinge. Built to throw away, indeed.