Finally got motivated enough to tackle the tile in the bathroom. Got off work, swung by Harbor Freight to buy the tile saw, they didn’t have tile pinchers (cuz ya always need to pinch some tile
), so I had to stop at Home Depot and pick them up there. Finally got home and the phone rang.
It was Youngest Son’s room-mate, wondering if YS was at our house, cuz he’s not at work. I ask roomie what time YS was supposed to be at work. 5. It’s now 7. When I talked to YS earlier that day he sounded sick and I know that when YS gets over-tired/sick, he crashes and sleeps VERY HARD.
I hotfoot it over to YS apartment and bang on the door. No luck. I try the door, bingo, it’s unlocked. I go in and wake YS up. He’s totally disoriented and confused, like I thought, he had laid down for a nap & crashed. He got up and hustled into work. I finally get home, set up the tile saw on the back patio, get my tools ready and I cut the first tile at 9 PM.
Of the 15 tiles it took to tile the bathroom floor, 13 of them required cutting (It’s a small bathroom, tub & toliet only) and some of the cuts were very complex. Made the last cut about 15 after midnight and after cleaning up, fell into bed around 0130. I have to wait 24 hours before grouting so I’ll wait until Fri or Sat to grout. Need to have it done before Lovely Wife comes back Sat night.
I hope this kinda makes up for my neighbor’s latenight beer parties.