The club match on Saturday was fun, but setting up and tearing down eight stages in 100+ degree heat is a workout no matter how you look at it.
Then on Sunday I decided to replace the
Cheese Eating Surrender Monkey French doors on the back of the house. They came with the house 14 years ago and I never liked them. During the recent storm they leaked a bucket and a half of water so it was time.
Of course like most things in my house, the old doors were of a non-standard size. The new doors were a few inches wider, so I had to redo the rough opening. But the operation was successful and the new doors are weather tight and look better.
This morning though, ouch. As my wife’s great aunt from East Texas would say, “I’m stove up.”
Where did I put that Advil?