13 hours

I'm in pain.

Everything hurts, my hands especially.

I've been at the basement for 13 hours straight, breaking only to run to home depot for lumber, and Mike's to pick up a Hilti.

Then back at it.

And what have I accomplished?
Well, to look at it, not much, but I know better.
Marty wants 2x 6's instead of 2x4's, hes got 'em. Fire the footings into the ground with a power gun instead of screw anchors? Done.
The house smells like gun powder and pine. Like some crazy shootout took place in a forest, and when the smoke cleared, a bathroom got framed out.

I wish it were that easy. But I'm running out of time, I'm always running out of time. Tonight especially.

My hands hurt, they ache like a toothache aches. Arthritis, probably. Or some other pain in the ass-in the hands.

I don't care, not yet. That comes after I'm done working...

And theres always work to be done.

Time for a shower and 8 hours of sleep...
If I'm lucky I'll get 4.