Tell me about it.

There's a few hundred dollars in sweat-bartered spalted ash and white oak begging to become my new case... just sitting in the dining room. Took me a long time to work that off, and it's telling me, there's a freaking drill under the tree, you just know it, rewrap it when you're done and start gluing us up...

I'm not sure I want to resist it, even though it's bedtime.