Alas, I fear another funeral happening in our
near future! Late this afternoon the Bostitch
air compressor started making a very strange and disturbing noise, then copious
amounts of smoke (with a distinct aroma of burning electrical components)
issued forth from the top of the beast.
These are not good portents! Air
compressor no work = pneumatic staple gun no work. In spite of those tribulations, got another 45
square feet covered on the barn’s north side. The lake level finally is ½″ below the
top of the dock; the temperature is up to a very swimmable 67°.