Big, BIG deep breaths....

Glee has turned to grrrrr today.  I am so ready to do this thing. But, alas, it is not to be. Yet. Because (in addition to the 72 hours wait period), the basement now looks like this.  Yes, I know you are asking the same thing I am thinking:  where, exactly, does one think a floor could go down in this mess, where not an inch of floor is to be seen? 

Having to spread out the cork to "cure" has taken up half the space; the odd assortment of other junk takes up the other half. 

And I didn't add into my "to-do" list putting together the workbench I got for Christmas (see this post).

 I get that it's a Skil brand workbench, but I didn't know you needed skill of a certain level to put the dang thing together.  It's going to be nice I think, but I will have to let you know after I actually get to get a try at it.  Which will not happen tonight.....breathing...


This thing was just a jumble of legs and braces a few minutes ago, but I took a break before tossing it out the window. I think the top will go on now and it will be OK. Tomorrow.

Tonight is for a break and a good warm bath and some reading time. There's always tomorrow.

And then Skil: you and I tussle again.

I.will.win.


On the "good news/bad news" front, the good news is I discovered that my jigsaw cuts through the cork like butter, so I don't need to invest in a new saw at this point.  The bad news is I don't get to invest in a new saw at this point.

 Bummer.