Pop the champagne! If you’re wondering where to find me, I’m in the back hall, hanging with the cat. Just looking. Resting on my laurels, as they say, while the cat rests on his kitty butt. The job is done.
Or almost done. There’s the matter of polyurethane, but I’m thinking of hiring that one out. So I can keep resting on my laurels.
If you stare long enough, you will see triangles in your sleep.