I hate to say it. But over Labor Day weekend, we labored. The electric sander and I were joined at the hip like a baby with his blanket. When I’d close my eyes at night, I’d still envision the sander right there with me.
Of course it wasn’t. It was patiently waiting on the work table for my return. And return I did, over and over until this next step of the hangar remodeling was complete.