It's so quiet here this morning in the mist. All I can hear is coffee perking, John turning the newspaper pages, and my own fingers clicking on the keyboard. Perhaps Molly's soft whiffling as she sleeps under the piano bench. Wait. Yes, I can hear her. Well, anyway, come on in; John'll give you the comics to read; I'll pour you a cup of coffee; and we do have a piece of that crunchy apple pie.
My big task yesterday was to paint the little side deck over there. The stain was getting pretty tired and worn. If this mist clears, it needs a second coat. That's my kneeling pad — the thing that looks like a giant chicklet. It serves very well to let anyone know that s/he shouldn't use those stairs. In addition, both cars are parked in unwelcoming ways, but don't let them stop you, feel free to use the front door!
This was John's task, which he knocked out in one day. Now he has the garage's east side done. Yay! Oh, sure, I'll keep you posted on the progress every now and then until completion.