If my head weren't so sweaty I'd have someone take a picture of me in my brand new Stetson, the "Duke" model, and I'll be damned if it ain't, Pilgrim.
If I weren't so tired I'd go out in the shop and saw some more wood on my big old cast-iron, 14-inch Delta band saw, which definitely isn't brand new, except to me. Which is good because it is a Delta. Let me explain:
There are two kinds of Delta tools. There are those, like this one, from a generation-plus ago when the company still competed with a few other American tool makers to see who could build the sturdiest, most trouble-free, most easily repaired, most elegant and straight-forward machines in the world. The other kind come from the same firm which, in about the 1980s, discovered that "Delta" was also an oriental slang term meaning "built with celerity out of toad shit and tinfoil" -- and decided to bow to the Wisdom of the Mysterious East.
(The saw needs a cleaning after a few years in a barn, but with the barn swallow spoor brushed off and plugged in for a test, she ran quiet and straight and true. Errr, $55 with a couple spare blades, if you must know.) T' hee.
Or if I weren't so tired I would go unload and stow the 200 pounds or so of lead and (no-kidding) Linotype metal. Runs about ten cents pound out here in Bucolia.
Winchester and Federal primers were about a buck a deck, and Winchester Silvertip bullets in .308 and 125 grains were similarly given away. Not to mention the Lyman mold handles I mentioned needing in a bleg a while back.
I feel so blessed. :)