This morning I placed an order at jetpens.com.

I don't have a decent working fountain pen in the house.  I don't even have a disposable one I can lay my hands on.  Yes, I have some fountain pens I intend (to learn [through doing]) to repair, sometime, starting with some crappy ones in case my inexpertise mucks things up; I have the famous lo-fi repair book by the late Frank Dubiel and a couple of great old pens with rotted innerds.  But, meanwhile, I shall have not one but two brand-spankin' new options, soon.

And more than one option of ink color.

I'm a little tickled with myself about it.  That's tickled, not ticked.  TICKLED.  Fancy that.