Sometimes rearranging the furniture turns into recovering the loveseat. Which means my hands hurt. Which means I'm now drinking a well deserved Landshark lager. And there's a thin crust homemade pizza in the oven. Mushroom and pepperoni, if you must know. Soon I'll retire to the half reconstructed couch with the beer and the pizza to watch a movie. I may even put my feet up on the coffee table. If there's room among the tools and fabric scraps. Wear shoes in the living room, please, I'm being awfully careful but a few stray bent staples might be lingering in the carpet. This project is going to keep me out of trouble for a long, long time.
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