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Today's Lesson

Always remember.

Lesson 1:

When you remove the old shingles you are committed to the roofing job.

I worked through lunch.
I forgot my pills. (Sorry, but yes, I admit it. My wife wasn't around to remind me.)
While I am not finished I worked enough to get coverage on perhaps a quarter.
Tomorrow I will be back at it.
Let the sun shine.

Thank you smart people for inventing the hot shower.
And the Waterpik™ shower massage head.
I might get through this job with hot water and Advil.

Yes, I am whining, but the fact that I am on a 6/12 pitch installing shingles at my age, is my own fault.
I told my wife I could do it.
"I have a red seal in my trade. I should use it once in a while."
"Are you sure you don't want me to call someone?"
"No. I can do this."
"Good luck."

Lesson 2:
Being stubborn will only give you a sore back.
You already have a weak mind.

I'll be back on the roof tomorrow.
Slow, steady, and freaking stubborn.
Please don't snow.




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