Saturday
Twelve hours seems like a fair amount of sleep if you were up for 36 or so. And if you get up that late, it's natural that you'd go to bed at 4-something.
I don't really remember helping Tom specifically with countertops, but I do remember his workshop, which took up the entire three-car garage. It housed not only his woodworking tools but also his computer stuff. I just barely remember the guillotine -- the blade was sharp enough to slice a watermelon, and the release mechanism gave us some trouble.
Sunday
Sin and I decided after awhile to rearrange the room a bit, and lo and behold, there was my wallet. I had thrown it on my desk when I got home -- but it slid off and wedged behind one of the legs of the bunk bed, just out of sight until we moved the bed. So frustrating.
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