This last week before Christmas, fortified with Sour Gummy Worms and a working stove, I put in long hours in the shop. Today, from 6:30 this morning until about a half hour ago, just before 10:00 p.m. Tomorrow I have to get out there earlier.
If I didn’t bring the laptop in with me I might get more framing done in more normal hours. I can’t though; it’s just too hard to stand on a concrete floor and work constantly with nailing corners, cutting glass, mountboard and mats, putting the pieces in the frames, cutting cardboard and taping up packages. I’m getting too old for this.
Hah! Did you hear that? Even I don’t want me working for me.
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