Got the storage wall of the garage twintrack up yesterday, today was moving the bench we salvaged from the laundry, putting the doors back on and stocking tools.

Was. I very rapidly realised i was hot, pissed off and very very overloaded. So i went full ASD and grabbed my giant crate of screw packets and tubs and sorted sorted sorted while blasting DS9 in the lounge. Did i wash my hands way more than i “should”? Yes, but fuck should, today was about pandering to me.

And now it is brie and fat cats and ds9 s4. So there