Among the things I wanted to do was to complete some finishing work on the table that my wife and I built from found materials several months ago. She picked up a rental belt sander and some belts in a variety of grits. I put on a dust mask (and if I needed any proof that allergies were the source of my discomfort, the mask proved it; I barely coughed while I was wearing it) and sun goggles, and the two of us smoothed down the tabletop. Later, my beloved sealed the wood; I didn't risk the fumes. I did a bit more work just prior to that with a Dremel; a screw needed to be cut off, and there were some nooks and crannies to smooth down. All-in-all it was nice to complete the table.
I also did a bit of writing. We'll see how much revision is needed in it.
Last evening, forestcats and I watched a delightful movie called The Intern about a retiree who returned to work as an intern. It's a wonderful film that deals with ageism, feminism, relationships, and communication. It's well-worth seeing.
And now for the work week.