I can't find my welding helmet, gloves, or tools.

Fuck.

On a good note, Mom stopped by, bringing war food^*.

And a jacket. A new jacket. A really nice Columbia winter jacket.

Of course, it's a 3xL. I wear a 6xL. No, wait, I used to wear a 6, but a 3 is still way too...

...it fits.

Perfectly.

Mom scores big. This is very unlike Mom.


^*War food: canned meats, veggies, and the like, designed to sit on the shelf for a long time.