Lost, somewhere in the barn loft: Sanity.
Found, somewhere in the barn loft:
One potentially fabulous chair…
Ten clearly fabulous and almost completely intact metal frame windows…
(It’s possible I threw my hands up in the universal “touchdown” signal and then hugged one of these when I found them.)
Oh, and I finished off the framing while I was up there treasure hunting.
I’ve got an hour drive home from my day job so by the time I get back and set up, I’m really only working with about an hour and a half of daylight, which in this case translates to about 12 trips up to the loft and 6 new studs. (Those angles are a bitch.)
My goal for Wednesday is to put up two pieces of sheathing by myself without requiring a trip to the emergency room.
Hey, aim high, right?