Bastion of Bayne Journal

Entry 7, Day 225.

Been more than a few days since work has continued at #BastionofBayne - due to working at the warehouse and split days off. However, I'm fast discovering that I'm needing to decide what work is necessary and simply just finishing touches that would be nice (if at all).

Also I'm learning that the downstairs will be (is) the most difficult to tackle. Once I'm able to start work on the upstairs it will seem like a cake-walk! So I'll just keep digging on the downstairs until it's at a point of stability.

'los; out

#FunctionalNOWPrettyLATER
#sweatequity
#BastionofBayne
#elbowgrease
#homeTLC
#keepdigging

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