My big weekend workout? Crawling on hands and knees with Steve in our attic, fiberglass flying everywhere, and then hauling 40 55-quart bags of old insulation down our stairs and into our driveway where they now block our garage.
Yuck.
It was hot, sweaty work made worse by the non-breathable getup I insisted on wearing.
I’m pretty sure the neighbors now think that 1. we have some toxic stuff brewing here in our house or 2. I’m a super geek. (OK, so maybe I am, but still …)
On the positive side, I must have shed a couple of pounds in water weight, and you should see all of the black on the air-filter mask. I think the sexy space look might just have been worth it.
I think we still have another 10 bags to go.
That new insulation better do its job.
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