Ah, the gods. How they do love to mess with the lives of men and woodworkers. Having spent altogether too long under a rock, I was actually feeling like I was back out into the woodworking sunlight for good. I'd even come up with a possible solution to chisel storage that would involve some real wood and joints and enjoyable 'shop time.
Should know better, shouldn't I? The gods laugh in the face of that sort of thing and respond with "Wanna bet?"
Yeah, so the Old Man has contrived to break his leg. Currently cluttering up a hospital bed and feeling very sorry for himself, not unreasonably. But of course it means my woodworking time and energy is a distant memory for now and the foreseeable future.
I'll try and come up with something for the blog, but really, don't expect any actual woodworking. Not until I can flip the light switch back on again.