Aggravated as I am by the criminal Turdwaffle governor of Wisconsin who may yet survive his well-deserved recall-reaming, I live in an ancient rattletrap of a house that NEVER stops needing attention, so I spent most of a Sunday not watching basebeall (pfft. Brewers?) and trying to take the half-deck further along its progression toward full-deckdom.
So I got most of a trellis up:
Lucy didn’t help. still some painting to do, of course. If you have sharp eyes, you might see a Soleri bronze wind chime up above; I will be moving that down now that there is a good attachment point. Love that hippie workmanship.
I also built a demo box for the robotics team, to demonstrate the quality of the LED bulbs we are selling to finance building robots and making high school kids smarter:
fuck, my feet and back hurt, and I need to be revising these stupid drawings, but am getting no place. Maybe better off going to bed, but who does what is sensible anymore?