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It turned out to be too cold this morning to start up the rock saw, but the forecast for the afternoon looks perfect. And BF will be gone, so I won't have to worry about him coming out and telling me how to do what I already know how to do . . . and he doesn't. ;-)
Biscuit ate a little bit of supper last night -- I gave her about a quarter of her usual serving -- and seemed fine. She ate a little more this morning and seems back to normal.
The ibuprofen I took at 6:00 a.m. or whenever it was didn't kick in for several hours, but it took the edge off the elbow pain long enough for me to clean up the last of a batch of rocks in the tumbler. I put them in for 24-48 hours just to knock off the dirt and other debris, not to polish or anything. These are the last of the small pieces from the bucketful I rediscovered a couple weeks ago.
Some of them have turned out to be nice little specimens to wrap in wire just as they are:
While I was cleaning up some of the junk in the workshop, I discovered a small plastic container of some more of these small pink pieces, already cleaned and ready for wrapping. Yeah, some more of the stuff I've half-forgotten about!