It was a smash my knuckle, blood on my pants, family drama, chocolate chip stuck to the cabinet door kind of a day. I don’t think I touched anything today that didn’t end up on the floor at some point. I knocked a bag of chocolate chips off the counter, and one of them somehow got stuck to the cabinet door. How it got stuck to the door is anyone’s guess. As for my knuckle, I don’t know. You would think a wound that just happened three hours ago that bled as much as it did would leave an indelible memory, but you would be wrong.

It Was Always Going To Be An Off Day

I woke up at 3 a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep. Bonnie and the kids got up about an hour later because she had to drive them to the airport. I went back to bed after they left, but it took another couple of hours to fall asleep. I slept until ten and woke up to my mother-in-law frantically pacing around the house. That’s a whole story on its own.

A Late Start

Waking up so late throws off my whole routine, and I have a hard time finding my groove again. As such, progress in the garage was limited. I finished sheathing the short wall and moved on to planning the workbench, but I hit a snag. The corner cabinet that I was going to use won’t work, so I have to figure something else out; otherwise, I’ll have a big, dead, useless space in the corner. Besides that piece not working, the metal supports I was going to use as the base of the workbench won’t work either. That was a huge blow because the whole workbench was designed around them. So, now I’m starting all over from scratch. It’s for the best, though, because now I have an even better layout planned.

Tomorrow is a new day, and with any luck, I’ll have at least some of the workbench built. I’ve overestimated my rate of progress with every step of this project, so I’m not setting my sights too high.