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My wife tried to enter my safe space yesterday to look for potting soil. She was flabbergasted by my accumulation of treasures (aka a holy heck of a mess), I have acquired over the last 8 months or so. Of course, I blamed it on Reverend Nutters and the LEVO gang but she wasn't buying it.
Looks like I will be doing some summer cleaning and reorganization over the next month or so.
Before I start the cleaning process I am going to take a few days off from both jobs and get some r&r.
My plan is to advance the work on a few of my firearm projects (if I can unbury them) and see if they will function without blowing my appendages or face off.
There is little relief in sight from getting hours reduced from either job, so reorganization of safe space is going to be a drawn out process. I am going to have to get super creative in using every available cubic inch of area in my safe space.
She quickly gave up on looking for potting soil since she couldn't even swing the door open.
Looks like I will be doing some summer cleaning and reorganization over the next month or so.
Before I start the cleaning process I am going to take a few days off from both jobs and get some r&r.
My plan is to advance the work on a few of my firearm projects (if I can unbury them) and see if they will function without blowing my appendages or face off.
There is little relief in sight from getting hours reduced from either job, so reorganization of safe space is going to be a drawn out process. I am going to have to get super creative in using every available cubic inch of area in my safe space.
She quickly gave up on looking for potting soil since she couldn't even swing the door open.
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