On our way to Scott and Jaye’s for Thanksgiving dinner, we dropped by the house to take a look at the floors. Petr had sanded them yesterday and we wanted to see the color.
(Last night I misplaced our camera, so no pix today, sorry.)
To our surprise, we found Petr hard at work, puttying the floors in preparation for final sanding. I told him three times that he should go home and be with his family, but he wouldn’t hear of it!
You are a cruel taskmaster. You are the Henry Clay Frick of the Pacific Northwest.