Whenever I feel the need to re-attune
myself with the cosmic forces at work around me, I clean out my
toolbox and arrange it in order again. I spent the mid-afternoon on
the patio in the sun doing just that. At one time in another life, I
owned far more tools than this, most of which were the flotsam of
some particular purpose, purchased ad hoc. What remains constitutes
in total a basic toolbox with a few oddities such as a chip puller
for work on a computer that looks somewhat like a screwdriver.
