My furniture came a day early. Too busy to deal with it. They stay in boxes for now. I must finish the floors in time.
Securing cable and telephone wires. Whoever installed the cable last must have been smoking something, they took the long way around three walls and two doorways. There's a more elegant shorter way through the closet.
The floors get a coat of waterproofing epoxy. With Xylene! The entire downstairs smells like those now illegal markers I used to use in school. They may be bad for me, but, dammit, those markers worked great.
Preston is really pissed at having his room ruined. He's seeking comfort from Squirrel and Honky instead of me.
No comments:
Post a Comment