There's wood. There's dust. There's wood dust. There's dirt dust. There are holes. In the subfloor. Leading to the gates of Hades. I mean my crawl space. There's a really yellow wall that wishes it were white. There's me camping out in the middle of it all.
There are tools, equipment, cords, carpet, and dust. There is bright hot sun. Blue skies. Summer in November. Good thing the recent rains are gone because dust + water = mud. I know that.