Monday has arrived. I get to work this afternoon. Will we be busy? Difficult to say. It's only for 6.5 hours, but that means I will need to take a lunch. I'm taking sausage. Blame it on my PA Dutch heritage (German), but I do like my sausage. As a toddler, I used to watch my grandmother (Mom's side of the family), make it. Fresh. Today's serving will be cooked in the electric fryer.
Most of the new floor is in. My legs are, for the most part, fine. Knee joints weren't any creakier. I did find going down the stairs a bit stiff. But then, I'm not 19 any more. As for the floor itself? Hhhmm. I hate to tell you, but it's not as precise as I thought. You click in the top edge, and then using a tapping block click in the side. You can barely see a seam on the sides of the tiles. The top edges, however, are a different matter. On some tiles, you can barely see a seam, on others? At least to my eyes there is a significant gap. Of course, there are ways to fix this. And, to be perfectly frank, I didn't splurge on the best tiles, but rather spent my money on something that is considered a lesser grade. I couldn't see spending the extra money when there's going to be a washer and dryer sitting on top of them.
Evidently attendance at Trump's rally in Ohio was rather sparse. And there was a moment when the audience demonstrated their subversion.