Work ethic strikes again.

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I wasn't sure what I would get to today.  Then it hit.  Like a fully loaded freight train, the need and want and ability to work struck my from the blindside.  I was sitting here moaning and groaning, about this and that, and then, bam, I found myself, with chisels instead of scrapers, two different sizes because I wasn't sure... in the bathroom, on my knees.  Gah!  Remember, always remember, knee pads.  Especially on hard floors.  So I grabbed, then installed those, and back to it.

As it turns out, what I had thought was rust stains was merely... calcified dehydrated mineral rich water residue.  It scraped off quite easily.  Mopping didn't work, even with some serious elbow grease and heavy chemicals.  A sharp chisel worked quite well, and without scratching the tile.  Good tile, good God, good luck.  All I'm saying.  I am glad I grabbed two sizes of chisels.  One worked really well for general use, one of them was much better for certain areas and a few really small problem areas.  I wiped it after descaling, or such, but I believe I will mop, if by hand unless I can find a new head for the mop, let it dry, and hit it one more time.  To heck with the pencil marks.  Besides, those should be easy enough to replace once I get that floor clean.

I am simply excited to get a fresh chance at having the floor look impeccable.  There was a lot of water under the stool, so I suspect my suspicion that water does get out under there probably is the truth.  I really have tried to keep the bathroom clean in this last year.  It's nice to know that I am not the culprit, as a man pig pee'er, for the stains on the floor.  Well, probably.  I'll know more once I get the floor back to trim, the calking down, and allow some time to pass.  You just can't understand how frustrating this little problem has been.  Quite a learning experience, however.  And... if it works out... I will have more faith in fixing other problems.  Maybe there is a solution, at least to some things.

Right... I best get back to it.  I am, mostly, over the morning and last evening grump.

My friend just called.  "Let's go shooting!", says he.  I can't!  But...  I told him I'd get to work, and if I get done with plenty of light, and with energy, I'll get us to the range.  If not, I suggested tomorrow.  His sis is taking him grocery shopping tomorrow, so that's out.  Thursday, then, if not today.  Committees!  No one ever gets exactly what they want but everyone might get some hope of getting some of it.  Later.