Glue...

This will be brief, because I am exhausted.

So - - like - - I'm having to do a little rearranging from the rearranging. My left arm is bruised because I moved a vintage cabinet sewing machine from one side of the living room to the other in little one-two-three steps. "One, two - THREE! HEAVY! One, two - - THREEEEEEE! GAAAAAAAAH! HEAVY! One, two....", and so on. Yes, it is an all-metal sewing machine, because they made 'em like that in the 1950's. Yes, it weighs a ton and its cabinet makes it a little awkward. Yes, I moved it by myself. Yes, I am impatient.

Once this furniture is where I want it? After Christmas? After I undo what I am having to do for now because the chairs can't go where the Christmas tree is going to go? I will glue this shit to the floor, baby. And hard, too.

Maybe.

Enjoy your weekend!