Sunday was one of the more productive days I've had in a while. Started off by cleaning up and archiving three threads on the Phoenix, then took a trip up to a computer show at CCRI. Managed to control my impulse to buy all the components needed to build a new machine, but I did get a 120GB hard drive for $95. I'll put it into Speedy as the number two drive, and move the 17GB drive that's in Speedy now over to Flash.
Came home and put the fiberglass bed lid back on the truck. (I'd removed it for the move.) It was easier to get back on than I expected. It's not especially heavy, just awkward. I did manage to scratch the paint in a couple of places on the truck back near the tailgate, so now I need to get some touch up paint for it. Bother.
Then I spent a good chunk of the sunny afternoon down in the basement cutting rabbets into the facing pieces for the shelves. Easy enough to do, just tedious. A rabbet is just a rectangular groove cut along the edge of the wood that holds the mating piece (in this case the shelf proper). Each piece needs two cuts. The first cut sets the width and depth of the rabbet, while the second removes the waste wood. I did the second cut in two passes to lessen the strain on the table saw. There was some excitement, because of the way I set up the second cut, the waste wood was between the saw blade and the rip fence, so once the cut was complete and the waste piece was free to move, the rotation of the saw blade would eject the waste straight out the front of the saw like an arrow. I expected this, so I made sure that I was standing to the side. It was neat to watch these pieces of maple lath zoom out and into the towel I set up to catch them.
By the time I was done, the basement was full of smoke from the friction burns due to all the wood rippage, so I decided it was time to get some fresh air. Went down to the bike path and did a couple of laps on the old portion, eighteen miles total. The breeze was pretty stiff by this point, but it didn't slow me down much. I'm still in a weird place physically. My stamina isn't where it was, but OTOH I have plenty of reserve strength, even when my body feels tired. I noticed this on Saturday, too. It's as though the feeling tired is just a trick my brain is playing on me. If I ignore the tired feeling, I continue to be able to do whatever I need to do at the same level. Stoopid meds.
After the ride I had dinner, cleaned up the basement some, and started doing the laundry. Then I settled in and watched Apollo 13, followed by an inside look documentary on the History Channel about NASA Mission Control during the early space missions.
In other news, R.I.P. Bobby Bonds, who made one of the best catches I ever saw, a leaping grab of a sure home run at Candlestick Park while simultaneously colliding with the fence and Willie Mays in the process.