Well, my heating's being faulty again. It's about 64 degrees upstairs, so I'm in the basement, having a fire. The aesthetics aren't the fanciest, but I made a little place to read, next to what I would guess is a table saw.
............................................(^Table saw^)
(And if you look to your right, you'll see broken-up concrete and drywall, on a backdrop of spray foam insulation, pvc pipes, spackle, tile and wiring.)
That t.v. (left) is the one that I watched President Obama's inauguration on, in between taping-and-spackling.
I am becoming a fire extraordinaire, I think. Unfrortunately, I need more wood, so I need a replacement to stroke the fire while I go outside.
..............................................^Hey! Wood!^
I'm reading a Christmas book,"Toujours Provence" by Peter Mayle. It's really good.
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