It's been an interesting and productive morning, in some regards.

Sleeping tonight was practically nonexistent as we had a heckuva rainstorm accompanied by thunder and lightning right over us.  It would have been fine if we didn't have our fan on which tends to emit an electonic chirp whenever it is turned on and off.  So when the storm resulted in a temporary black out, the fan chirped making Katie start awake and flail her arms out and hit me. 

Despite the appendigial assault (my blog, my make-believe words... deal with it), I still managed to fall back asleep.  However, the storm woke me back up a couple times.  For this, I am grateful.  Otherwise, I would have been forced to continue in yet another messed-up dream. 

This particular dream featured your's truly waiting after work for a pick-up from Katie.  However, sometime between falling asleep and beginning this dream, I apparently relocated to Washington, D.C., and was now waiting for my ride outside a tourist souvenir/porn shop near the White House (yeah, I dunno where that one came from either; I'm sure it would make Georgie proud, though).  Inside the shop were two very heavy-set lesbians debating the merits and pratfalls of specific... er... devices.  And I could hear every word.

Thank you, Mother Nature, for cutting that one short.  And I challenge anyone to interpret that one as well.

When we both woke up, I want to say sometime around 8:30, we started to clean the house up because we couldn't decide what to have for breakfast.  I left Katie inside and I went out to the garage to stain the other side of the cabinet doors for the new workbench.

Then we began the process of marking the backs of the cabinets where I would have to cut them.  Our garage has a concrete "step" along the floor that stands four inches up from the floor in the back of the garage and about five to six inches by the big door.  This is for drainage, obviously, and to protect the drywall from the elements that tend to collect inside garage floors.  A good idea, but it becomes a pain in the ass because you cannot rest shelves flush against the wall. In the case of these cabinets, I have to cut away some of the wood to make them fit right so no creepy crawlies can make a home in the gap between the wall and cabinets.  Thankfully, these shelves were constructed with enough rise and negative space that I could cut away what I needed and not actually cut into the storage area at all.

After cutting, rasping, and sanding (a process during which Katie managed to snap a photo or two of me in action that she says will wind up on the site, or else), I began the process of putting the cabinets in place along the wall.  I also started shimming underneath to make the cabinets flush with each other.

This is the first time I have ever done this sort of thing before.  I've watched it done by my father-in-law so I had a pretty good idea how to do it.  But this was my first solo attempt.  And I am mighty impressed with the result.  They are all perfectly level and 100% flush against each other.

I swear I missed my calling in cabinetry and general woodwork.