Yesterday devolved into a long line of derailed attempts to complete a half dozen different tasks. After a soul-crushing day at the 9 to 5, the hits didn’t stop. I prepared my supplies and cleaned a set of cabinets so I could apply a bead of much-needed caulk. But when I cut into the tube of caulk, it was all dried out.
Undaunted, I moved outside to spray-paint my rusty hose caddy. I scraped the rust and began setting up my makeshift cardboard spray booth when black clouds scuttled overhead and rained on my parade. I retreated indoors, thinking I would sand the wood floor vents and get them ready for staining. I collected the eleven vents and set up my work area, only to discover that I didn’t have the correct sandpaper grit. I now have an unexpected shopping list.
The third sealer coat on the stairs looks beautiful…
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