Well, there we go, mentor-a-mentor: to rust or rust not. I gotta get a loupe and get into the loop to take a peek at my edges. Obviously I'm missing something albeit borderline obvious. And when I get the loupe I'd better get some loube, er... oil.

While I may not have been doing well, I thought I was doing OK. Man, reality can be so cruel.

Or maybe I should sherlock the bathroom to see just why things aren't corroding away in there with frightful rapidemente. Or maybe the fact that it rained yesterday for the first time in a month and a half has something to do with it. One could speculate endlessly about the room that wouldn't rust - or dash out and get some loube, er... oil - just in case.