Let me begin by saying that sheetrock dust is evil. It lands in the strangest of places and lurks in tiniest of corners. If it was a germ, it would take over the world in no time. No vaccination could stop it. Sheetrock dust is resistant to the powerful suction of the best vacuum and the continuous back and forth action of vigorous mopping. Sweep it up you say? Forget about it! It just dances around in the air while finding a new place to adhere to. I bet under a microscope, it has suction cup tentacles. I say all this while eating a cup of Blue Bell Cookie Two Step ice cream. I am rewarding myself for laying down sheets of brown butcher paper on the floors and covering more furniture with painters cloth. All in anticipation of the disaster that will commence again tomorrow morning. By the way, the ice cream is delicious. So what's up at the farmhouse? I wish I could tell you that Mr. Still Woods has decided that I need a larger closet and we are beginning a renovation job
"Be Still and Know That I am God" Psalm 46:10