The warmer air, relatively clear skies and full moon preceding the expected big snow disturbed the winter routine and caused some sleep interruptions. A certain cat named Crawford who would normally scurry inside after a set period of exposure to the cold, determined theses were optimal varmint hunting conditions and refused to come in when called. I stayed up too late the previous night waiting for him to call it a night.
Last night Crawford was not given that option and we were all safely tucked in bed by nine. I was oddly wore out.
The diagnosis is still calling for a big one, up to a foot of snow, the heavy wet kind that caused such devastation last month, last year. To my horror I discovered there was not enough coffee to get me through a period of entrapment. Luckily there was still plenty of time to go to town and even make a trip to the dump to get rid of the rest of the drywall remnants.
With the remainder of the day the tongue and groove ceiling was begun. Using a temporary board above the rafters for placing the lower short boards worked out great. I should have left an inch of space between the floor boards of the mini loft and the ceiling beams, but didn't. Now I have to cut the tongue and groove ceiling boards to get around that obstacle. Once above that it will be smooth sailing.
Today the lower portions of a ceiling will take form while waiting for the next big snow to arrive.
And while I still have power. Knock on wood.