Today’s another lull. I fudged around with heat and smoke detectors. I tried to work out how to get everything out the kitchen and didn’t quite fail at that, though thus far, the movable material remains in the kitchen. I spent a great deal of time looking for the white insulation tape, which Charles only bought me yesterday. I did use it. I had wanted to use it some more.
At the start there was a system. All tool & material resource areas would be clearly demarcated. Then, as I moved from room to room (Why should that sound creepy?), those areas became compromised. Some were moved, some changed shape and some scattered, sadly. I know the white insulation tape is in one of those zones. Either that or my memory of throwing it down through the attic hatch blindly is accurate, in which scenario it could be in all sorts of nooks and crannies.