Today is a good day. As I watch the winter wind swirl tendrils of snow into the path of the awakening sun, I take comfort in knowing the mud I am about to mix has been sitting in a properly heated environment all night.
A dumpster sitting just outside the frosted pane of glass protecting me from the elements is piled high with drywall scraps. Not one scrap of board or shard of bead was missed during clean up, let alone a glue tube time bomb silently lying in wait to take coup on a stilt clad mud slinger. Scaffolding is already stacked in the great room, complete with new picks and knot-free planks. Pinch me, I must be dreaming.