My fully featured and unlocked radio for The Beast has made it from Australia to the local post office.
Two weeks to get from one side of the planet to the other, and just barely three days of it actually moving.
It spent most of the time sitting at the airport in Melbourne waiting for a slot on a plane. Then it sat in Los Angeles waiting for customs to clear it.
I'm excited to get to work, and stuck in my recliner with my ribs acting up from the accident that killed The Precious nine weeks ago.
"If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all..."
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