I can't help it. Everytime I go into a building or restaurant I constantly look at the tables, the railings, the cabinetry. I make mental notes on whether or not I think the craftsmanship was up to snuff. I wonder what kind of finish they used. How the joints were made and how they could have been better. Were they butt joints or maybe M & T? I count the days of the workweek until I can fire up a tool on the weekend. My wife has to drag me out of the garage. It's a sickness, I know. My doctor says to take two router bits and call him in the morning. Thank goodness there isn't a Lee Valley within 2000 miles of me. Rockler is 15 miles so that is just far enough to keep me away most days. Considering all the other things available that one can avail himself to addiction wise, this one isn't too bad! Like the old song says, "if there's a cure for this, I don't want it!" How many other sinners do we have out there?

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); many a time she thinks i have turned in early while i am in the garage.
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