…when you come home from helping neighbors unload a pallet-load of sacks and say to your dog, “Okay. Break’s over, let’s get back to work.”
I have a shot at a better mattress that a neighbor wants rid of. No box spring, though, so I needed a sheet of plywood. Happens I have one sheet of siding I’ve had squirreled away in Landlady’s barn since 2017, and it’ll work.
Problem is, I forgot that the bedframe is kind of … improvised, and ended up screwed together a bit narrower at the foot than at the head because otherwise the headboard wouldn’t work. Naturally before I cut the plywood I only measured at the head. So rather than drag the whole thing back outside to re-cut it I spent twice as long improvising some more. Finally got it together.
Busy day, by my standards. I did Landlady’s batteries and still plan to do Ian’s but couldn’t go into his Faraday cage of a cave until I got my call from D&L who were coming home with wood pellets. So I worked on the bed until they called, and now I’ve finished that and put my tools away and I’m going to grab my battery-filling pitcher and head for Ian’s.
Is it still a twin? Or larger?
It’s a twin.