I awoke early this morning with a strange ache in my hands. Upon descending into the dining room I discovered the cause . . .
Apparently my box of bombers I have been collecting for a few years got found by the elves . . .
Once opened, they were victims of a massive deconstruction project . . .
Split open like clams . . .
Sorted, re-proped, re-glazed . . .
Then evaluated for new cockpit and nose glazing . . .
Off to sleep off the madness of the night . . .
WHAT WAS I THINKING! Now I know why my hands and fingers hurt . . .
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