It isn't usually this bad, although it will never win a New Yankee Workshop award for compulsive neatness. Too many late fall projects -- plus the tendency to toss stuff into the shop just because I can't immediately think of a better idea -- have left it in this chaos. I couldn't put my hand on a two-inch C clamp if my life depended on it.
And so to work. The Knipco is drinking kerosene, and in a few minutes it should be warm enough to turn to out there.
If I post an "after" picture today, you'll know I was diligent. If not, you can ask me which book I decided I must read immediately.
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So, what book did you read?
Frederick Forsyth, "Icon" from 1996. (Not up to his early stuff, but the man remains a master of the "big" plot.)
The sloth wasn't total. I was interrupted in mid-job and never got back to it.
Today? Maybe, but a a 2-degree high means burning one Hell of a lot of kerosene to keep thumbs opposable.
The C clamps are on the top shelf at the back of the shop in the left corner.
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