There are days that call for grand works — composing the opus, designing the skyscraper, writing the final script, bringing out the new model, solving the big X, or moving the crowd with a rousing speech.
Then there are other days …
when good work consists of sorting nuts and bolts, the nails of various sizes, flat head and round head screws, picture hangers, S hooks and the flotsam and jetsam that settles at the bottom of a dozen drawers. This was my day, my work. Six boxes of sorted mostly metalic minutia.
You did me one better. Or two or three. Good for you.