last man standing

Or at least it felt like that in the shop today. A string of illnesses, bizarre and otherwise, of shopsters (as we like to call ourselves), or mates and friends of shopsters, or every private client wanting tunings or work done, has left me fending for myself. And at 9:30am I was informed a not finished piano was being picked up for delivery at noon. Our re-finisher was there madly working away. Can you help me he me said? Sure. One of our tuners showed up and I handed him a job I had never done before but was about to attempt, in favor of doing the job I had done once before. Three hours later, after a lot of screw buffing, lid assembly, lyre assembly, bench assembly, and a nasty squeak in the soft pedal the piano was actually together. And of course the movers didn't show up for another hour. It's a good thing I practice yoga, for both physical and mental health. I'm pretty limber crawling under pianos. And breathing deeply was the order of the day. When I did a Google search of how many parts are in a piano some one came up with a number of 8088. Now does that count the felt bag with the three short sticks and the three caster cups I sent off with the mover today?