I now know what it feels like to get really clocked. Today I had two projects that I wanted to complete. First was replacing the headlight that we lost on the way back from San Jose. I guess complaining about Linda’s van having a headlight out jinxed our Del Sol. Between finding out what type of bulb it took, locating the actual bulb, trying to figure out how to get the old one out, retrieving the old one after it fell into an inaccessible area of the car, and finally installing the new one (the easiest part of the whole task) it took me about 4 hours. It would be nice if they mentioned the procedure in the owner’s manual, and even better if they provided enough room behind the headlights to see what’s going on there, and to actually get your hand on the connector and the bulb without requiring some severe contortions. So with the first task down, I preceded to work on the second, installing a molding along the top of the baseboard in the parlor and preparing it for painting. The work was going very smoothly, and I made several miter cuts that were not only in the right direction, but the pieces were the exact right length and fit together perfectly. I was working on sanding another section, with my failing ears well protected by a pair of ear muffs. So I never heard the sound of our clock vibrating off the wall, until it landed on my head, 4 feet below. It wasn’t good for the clock, the wall, and most certainly not my head. It has given me an excuse for forgetting things the next few days though.