Of projects and youth
Recently, Mrs RM asked me it I would do something for her. The thing? Expanding a closet. “Ah,” I thought. “This could be a project. I like projects.” And so, I agreed. Except, as it turns out, what I agreed to was not the mere expanding of a closet. Oh, no. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that what I had actually agreed to was the removal of a load-bearing wall, the span of which was to be replaced with a 4×10 beam, assembled and put in place by a certain blogger, to span the space, and then the expansion of the closet. My neck hurts. My shoulders hurt. My back hurts. This sort of thing was much easier when I was in my twenties.
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