The problem with vacation is that we just keep sleeping in later and later. And getting to the house later and later. And remembering at the last minute that oh yeah, we’ve got to rip a board for the bathroom door jamb, whatever that means (besides another hour delay). And then it’s lunch time so we might as well just eat.
This leaves me very little time to sand. Maybe that’s a good thing, because I am not sure how many uninterrupted hours I’d last. And it gives me less time to dwell on how stupid it was to get my nails done on Dec. 23rd. Shortest-lived manicure of my life. Sigh.