The other bit of good news is that the Silhouette was sold. Of course it turns out he sold it a month ago, and was waiting for me to come into the shop to tell me. I found out when I noticed it wasn't anywhere in the shop. Which is fine. I left it with him even knowing that he's a complete spaceshot because I didn't want to have to deal with selling it myself. I'm in no hurry for the dough, and he's taken real good care of me when I've come in for help.
Naturally, since this is my so-called life we're talking, there is also bad news. I'm stuffed up and my throat's getting scratchier by the minute. It's still summer. No way I should be getting a cold, but here I am sucking on a zinc lozenge. Feh.