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SERMON FROM THE DECK (The licking my wounds version)

Sunday morning, 9:32.
I would love to tell you that I have finished my roofing job. Unfortunately, I cannot lie. I have about an hour of minor stuff on "the (roof) deck" and a couple of hours of clean-up.

The good news. I nailed on the last shingle, and the final ridge cap, hours (2) before the rain began.
For once my timing was perfect.

Fog this morning. I plan on staying on the couch, except to eat, drink, or deal with the consequences of eating and drinking.
Maybe a shower later. I will see if I can get away with my hygienic neglect.

Why am I on the couch? Because my body is telling me that a roof is no place for a man my age.
 Last Saturday, as I was finishing up, I made a strange move-slide with my right foot and felt something pull in my heel. The pain only lasted as long as a couple of strong curse words, and I finished up my day.
 The next morning I awoke to the problem of not being able to put weight on my foot. I hobbled through my morning routine, and eventually, the pain reduced, and I was able to get through the day. All was good.
 The next morning, and every morning since it has been the same situation. Hobble, bitch, moan, cry, and eventually the pain disappears.
 Last night was the worst. I needed to rush to the bathroom at 3 AM, but I could barely move. Thankfully the cane that I used back when I had my knee scoped was within reach, and I hobbled and clomped, scared the hell out of the dogs, woke my wife into a bleary fog, and dragged myself to the bathroom in a nick of time.

Dr. Google and Nurse Wifey have diagnosed a heel spur, and the nurse has prescribed exercises that I can do from the couch. On a football Sunday. Win-win.

Because of the weather, I won't be able to go back on the roof until Wednesday. Three days to rest my foot should be the medicine I need.

I worked through the snow and cold, the frost on the roof, the frost on my ladder and scaffold, holding on by the short hairs, trying to get this job done. For all purposes it finally is.
 Guess what. The weather will change for the better midweek. There will be no comment at this time. 

I guess I need to write something spiritual, or at least semi-deep. (To keep the tax-exempt status of the church.)
 
"Blessed be the stubborn, for the creator blesses children, dogs, and fools."
 Yup. I crossed the fine line between stubborn and fool on this roofing job.
But it's done.
I can use this for brownie points with the wife.
For at least a week.
I hope that the roof doesn't leak.

Take care.
Go Bills!

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