I would have liked to have gotten it all roughed in, but it wasn't to be. I worked loooong hours -- I usually nap a lot during these marathons but not this time. So I head home in another hour (gotta wake the kid), stopping to pick up summer tires in Montpelier, home to deal with the new crises that developed while I was gone (plumbing, son's car, husband's truck, MIL's trust) along with the usual suspects.
I'll finish the draft on Tuesday, I expect, up in my cabin if it's not too frigging cold. We had snow flurries last night, and more expected tonight.
Ah, Vermont! Gotta love it.
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