Turned the corner, same process, new side.
By dark I'd completed the whole side. And turned the last corner, winding up where I began. Cutting forward made a big difference in my pace.
I thought I'd celebrate my accomplishment with a drink. Turns out the paint I spilled on this folding workbench covered up the "Not A Step" warning. Apparently it's Not A Seat, either. I got the last laugh though. It now has a new prosthetic jaw, this bench-vise. I made it from a cutoff section of deck board!
