Nothing as cool as shooting gophers, I assure you.
I had sat down last night, after I spent four hours moving things around in the store yesterday, and sketched out how the shop space needed to be arrranged. Refined the sketch a couple of times, as I realized some shelves could be stacked, and set back to back, for way more storage then just lining the walls with them.
SIL is supposed to get the woodstove going up there this week for heat, so I had to allow clearances for that. Things like that go on in my mind in my sleep, too, so I re-did some parts of the sketch this morning. Then, headed to Lowe's for plumbing parts for the cleaning/utility closet,. and a pine door to stain for son to make a Dutch door for it next week. There were a number of different size screws and such, plus two bits of paint, to pick and buy, too.
Got all that loaded in the truck, and browsed Staples for a new ugly orange binder and monthly index set, printer cartridges, etc. I ought to stop feeding that trifling printer. since it still hadn't printed my check from yesterday, and had hung up on Mike's pig schedule tor the week, too.
I sat and struggled with it for about thrity minutes when I got home, and finally got it to print. It promptly jammed the paper, then went on strike again. I shut the office door, and went to the shop to actually get something done.
Mike made ribs and corn on the cob for our supper, and we had some good wine to go with them. Probably tasted better than gopher meat, though!
