The long weekend was spent knocking stuff off the to-do list. Outdoor wiring is done. Garden and patio lamps, working. Slowly making my way through the garage and tossing anything that hasn't seen the light of day in more than ten years. Fill up the garage sale pile.

My spies tell me some alarming news. They've been to the competition, and came to my store because the competition was just too busy to deal with them. Store was too packed with people. Sigh. I'm lucky to sell a few guitar picks these days and spend long hours dusting off the merchandise. But then they didn't buy anything from me either. Must be doing something just totally fundamentally wrong. Scratch head.