Oxygen

Someone once said, "Sex is like air.  It doesn't mean much until you aren't getting any."

I ran out of oxygen in my oxyacetylene tanks, which has again ground my progress to a halt.  Plus Dad has been feeling bad and I had to get the hedges under control (those pesky hedges). Of course this would happen just before a holiday weekend when I can't get resupplied until Tuesday.  Ah well.
I will follow the advice I got off a coffee mug: remain calm and cary on.
Plus I took advantage of the time and repaired my fist canoe, the Learning Curve.  It's still ugly, but it's still tough and working.  I should be back on track by the end of the day.