15 June 2019

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°.