I started too early this morning, before the coffee was working properly. When I went down to start the fire I decided to replace one carriage bolt with an original Nevills bolt that Greg gave me—one from the Sandra. When I went to vacuum the sawdust out I realized the floor paint was still quite wet. Dammit. But doesn't that bolt look nice? Note that the tip of the bolt is perfectly flush with the nut and still has the original paint on it. Pretty good fit. Sawdust in paint below.
A cluster of the Nevills clan came by to welcome Moe into the world. Both Moe's granddaughters, two grand-son-in-laws, two great-grandkids, and two great-great-grandkids.
Low light in the evening hides a world of sins.