Will it ever end??? Is my livingroom some sort of weird vortex of stretchiwalliness? Do the floors actually stretch longer as I nail more wood to them? Or is that my imagination? I think the former.

Today was amnesty day at the transfer station. That means, today was the one day per month the transfer station (dump, for all intents and purposes) lets people make deposits for free. We took three truckloads of the cat urine saturated and nailfilled old flooring. Also the soffits and some other mushroom nurseries from the removal of the asbestos a few weeks ago. We perfected our route to the transfer station and while we were there, we exchanged empathetic glances with a couple who were dumping truckloads of stuff that looked suspiciously similar to our own...

It snowed today, too. So, Vincent and I ducked in for a bite to eat at Wendys. Yeah, I know. We aren't Fast Food people, so this was strange, but expedient. It snowed! How cool is that? Yeah, about 32 degrees (snort, chortle).

I nailed wood past the cable. I nailed wood past the heat vent! I nailed wood past the disturbing hole in the subfloor! I nailed wood almost all the way past the hall entryway. But not quite. Vincent was a big help culling wood, cutting wood and sorting wood. He also cleaned a few things and the bathroom cabinet. He also removed some remaining old wood that we were waiting to remove until we had a little more flooring down for stabilization. This is a structural floor... He then pulled nails, vacuumed and Odo-banned the sub-floor. We left and went home, being sufficiently broken and hurting. :)

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