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When I went into the basement to wash up, I thought I detected a slight odor, but wasn't too upset. My masked breathing probably affected my sense of smell, and what lingering fumes there mught be would be well gone by the time my wife got home. Wishful thinking. The vented paint booth worked well in keeping the fumes out of the house, but with no ventilation, the fumes apparently used any little crack or opening to work their way to the lowest level, the basement. And the always-running furnace fan made sure they were spread throughout the house. Hours later, they were still there. My goose was cooked.