It’s never a good sign when getting out of bed in the morning brings tears to your eyes. Worse, 800 mg of Vitamin I did not solve the problem. Fortunately, Chree had left some narcotics behind (from her rib-breaking episode) and, even though it is a Federal offence to take those pills if they have been prescribed for someone else, I figured some jail time couldn’t be any worse than my condition this morning. By 10 o’clock things were much better and I might even have given a turtle swimming in molasses a run for its money. At the end of the work day I had finished another course for four sections of the east wall. Not too shabby, you say, until told that Steve had dry-laid three of those sections yesterday. Today’s effort added about 5 cubic feet of rock to the walls; there are 65 cubic feet of walls yet to be built. Hope to be done by Christmas!
P.S.: Two bad tarps do not equal one good tarp. Also, stick matches left out in a torrential rain don’t work so good anymore.