I don’t even know why. After four solid hours in the sun (and my first sunburned neck of the season, yay,) this is as far as I’ve gotten.
And I managed to put the poles in just wrong enough to really complicate the roofing situation. Eight feet long, no problem. Eight feet two inches long, major problem. So now I have to finagle everything. It was supposed to be so simple.
Lunch. The old man needs lunch.