It’s getting down in the freezies at night, so the little pufferbelly has to get ripping in the morning to warm the shop up. I love it when it gets to breathing fire in a fast, rhythmic pulse. Now we’re cookin’.
A long day of head-scratching finally came to fruition this evening, with the side hatches framed and guttered. My goal was at least ten sticks installed today. Number sixteen went in about ten pee em. I only made a couple of real dumb mistakes–none irretrievable.
That’s almost it for the really hard thinking. I might get some major dumb work done tomorrow.