Woke this morning and as expected, I’m aching. The patio stone adventure from yesterday has taken it’s toll on my back fat and feminine hands. I feel like I’ve been palming a vibrating porcupine all morning. Were I the kind of person who did any kind of physical labour in my life, I might be able to take this. Oh wait, I have done physical labour. That construction job in ‘94 that ended in two rusty nails through my foot and a tetanus shot. And there was the lumberyard job from ‘97 where I sent in my resignation via fax. It’s quite possible I’m the World’s least manly man.
Stopped on the way to work to pick up some nerdery at the Nerd Hut and a bagel from the Bagel Hut, then forged on.
Working on ensuring everything’s ready for tomorrow night’s NA Cup and finding the time to cram in some excessive sweating. Heading home shortly and praying the remaining work to be done on the patio has been done by robots and that the robots left me some Cheese Whiz. I like Cheese Whiz and I hate greedy robots.