Well, its been an insane amount of work for me these last few weeks. Projects all piling up, patrons of my 3 dimensional enterprises clawing hungrily at my shop door looking for "their stuff", and I've been stuck standing next to my workbench as a result for seemingly days on end most of the time. I say seemingly, but its pretty much a reality- I have spent every free moment not at my day job standing next to my bench in my un- air conditioned shop here in central Florida. In August. I made the mistake of hanging a thermometer in there that I might see what I was subjecting myself to for sometimes 12 hours at a time, and was surprised that I hadn't died yet: The temperature in my shop during the day hovers at between 125 and 140 degrees during the day. By 11 AM the needle had already swung past 110. I bought one of those big drum fans around the same time I got the foul thermometer, at least.

The biggest problem is the uninsulated aluminum roof over my head- the sun bakes it, and it in turn bakes the contents of my shop- like myself. When it isn't hot, its raining, and the roof leaks… Vigorously. All of this makes my fursuiting exploits pale in comparison- no way that wallaby suit is as hot as my infernal workspace.

Of course, all this was followed by the moment when I tried to carefully lower the rather large set of shelves from the top of my work bench by sliding it carefully down the side… Too bad the fingers on my Left hand decided to get in the action, and were nearly severed when the (falling!) shelves caught them like a guillotine against the bench top. As it turned out, I just ended up losing all the skin on my knuckles, and cracked the bones a little…

I think I'm going to be done with doing woodworking for others a while after this.