Sleeping in our 24’ x 34’ concrete bunker/walkout basement is like sleeping in a mechanical room. The furnace blower is loud, the ductwork creaks, the ceiling under the weeHouse moans and groans. And when the furnace kicks off, it’s so quiet you can hear your ears ringing.
But Chris and Mike got a start on hanging drywall on a recent overnight, and I can finally start to visualize boundaries between rooms, the length of the hallway, privacy in the privy. Very exciting.
Now it’s full steam ahead (on Loveless Time, of course) on a messy, dusty, but oh-so-needed job in the months ahead.
My thoughts on mudding drywall: It's a maddening, thankless job, but when that third coat is finally sanded, BOOM, you've got progress on your hands! (Or thanks to your hands, which are now dry as a bone and cracking.) Looking good, guys!
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