Whatever that means
It’s all coming together nicely. Panels are glued up, sanded and have a little rabbet routed down the back for a wee bit of plywood. Hinges, a latch and a little knob are waiting to be fixed. Shelves still to be cut. I’m avoiding using power tools in the evening now that Mandy’s reported being able to hear them in kitchen when I’m in the garage 150 feet away. I’ll stick to planes, sandpaper and chisels. It feels more like making something and I can still hear the radio.