Oh, I’m moving slow this morning. It’s quarter to eight and I haven’t even had breakfast. Didn’t even wake up till almost six, and only Little Bear and a conscience got me out of bed.
I had a lot of plans for today, and there are still a few things that need doing before the porch is in a comfortable-to-live-with state. Example…
Before the stairs can be stabilized and leveled, the remaining catwalk has to be positioned right. But it is truly rotten underneath, it started to come apart just with the short distance I towed it yesterday. So the most important task for today is to turn it over and rebuild it. I’ve got lots of other old weathered 2X4s to work with, I guess. I doubt I’m even going to look at railings today.
I shamefacedly confess I didn’t even get all the tools put away last night. The generator and other power tools, yeah. But the chopsaw is bolted to the table, and I wimped out with the excuse that it’s so dry there was no chance of dew – no conceivable hope of rain. Still, that’s bad practice for which I kicked myself this morning.
While things cooled off in the evening I did fill in the pier trenches and haul off the excess dirt, removing the things I spent so much time stumbling and tripping over yesterday afternoon. But that was my last spasm of energy, and I came in feeling like I’d found my bridge too far. There’s a lot of yard cleanup yet to do, and I doubt it’ll get done today.
I’m still pretty sore. So no, I think I’m going to declare this Comfy Shirt Day, an ancient and venerable tradition I just made up, in which you get to wear your very favorite shirt because (barring emergency, of course, this is the boonies) there’ll be no activity that might tear or otherwise ruin it.