Plywood Queen

Well, after that post about the Puttabong Queen, I decided to have a cup. I made the mistake of brewing it, and taking it with me in a travel mug on my way to see "Harold and Maude" in Bryant Park. That tea is not for travel mugs. It was good, but it would have been better if I had just sat down and drank it like I was planning on enjoying it. I know better.

On a completely unrelated note; I needed a piece of plywood today that was at least thirty eight, and nine sixteenths inches long in one direction. So I went to the scrap pile in the shop, and I picked up a piece, and it was the exact right length. I thought that was pretty weird.