Here I am in the front room, contesting possession of the sofa bed with a very determined dog.
Yes, I've finally, finally made the long-awaited move downstairs to keep me and the animals off the staircases and 2nd hall floor until they're refinished and cured. No, I haven't finally, finally got any new shellac on the staircases and/or the 2nd floor hall floor.
I have vacuumed the whole lot, and used a dental pick to clean the cat hair out of the joints between the treads and risers of the set to the 3rd storey. Those were wiped down with a damp washcloth and dried off, then I went over them lightly with 220-grit sandpaper. Then wiped them off with a tack rag, then with the damp washcloth again.
The cardboard and brown paper is off the hallway floor, and I see I have a darker strip at the bedroom door where the bare boards weren't covered all these months, as well as residue on the floor from the painter's tape I stuck the paper down with. I gave those places a bit of a sanding, and it seems to be evening out.
The joints to the steps down to the 1st floor I haven't defuzzed yet. It was rising midnight and I felt it was a good point to leave it. Still had to pull out and make the bed. And go down and get ready for bed in the basement bathroom for a change. And try to convince the dog to let me into the bed at all.
The fun thing will be sleeping with all the electric candles around this room. And the glare from the neighbors' Christmas lights outside.
Not to mention the cats making noise trying to find a way around the barriers I've erected in all the stairhall openings. Never mind. I'll deal with that in the morning.