Ugh. I'm so tired I dont even really know what day it is. My head hits the pillow around midnight, and the eldest wakes me up at 5am. I am officially a zombie...
On Monday night (P-16 days) I did make it out to the garage, but was really too tired to be productive on the car. Instead I just hauled a few more things in the house and called it "cleaning".
Tuesday morning (P-15 days), the poor guy was still sick so I stayed with him since he stayed home from daycare. That night I felt I had to do something or risk a stall, so after work I picked up the DA sander and rubbed the driver's door for about 20 minutes.
It turns out that was just enough to get momentum started again.
This morning (Wednesday, P-14 days) I was out there for a solid 2-hours (Yay!) and good thing too. If I'm going to be shooting primer at this in 6 days, I have a LOT to get done.
Out come the tools of the day (Kitty hair, bondo, and all the associated accessories)
It may be cold out (low 40's) but this stuff still sets up fast. Either way I'm going to town. Because I'm dealing with fatigue, I walk around the car talking to myself. I point at all the spots I want to hit, clean 'em, and slather some crap on before I forget what I'm doing
Some spots are shallow and easy, like the roof:
Some spots are dog-ugly, like the driver's door and drivers quarter panel...
I keep reminding myself I'm not trying to get it perfect in one pass, but I find myself unable to stop messing with it. Eventually I pry myself away and play with other parts so I can sand and slather the ugly areas again
Eventually I kill my leftover pint of bondo(from the 4-runner project) and have to move up to the industrial sized option.
(glad I bought that, it'd have been a killer to kill today's momentum due to lack of planning)
The day's damage
Good times