Kinda tired and sleepy. My fiancee and I spent last night helping some friends out with a minor remodeling project. It was good to get in some practice cutting drywall… I figure if I’m gonna make any mistakes it’d be better to make them on a wall that’s going to be hidden behind a closet full of coats rather than on the bathroom walls.
For me, it’s actually a lot of fun to do that sort of work. It’s kind of nostalgic for one thing. My dad could hardly let a summer go by without at least one major remodeling project, and I was his frequent assistant. There’s also the satisfaction of a job well done. There’s nothing quite like being able to point at a finished project and saying, “I did that.”
Of course, if things don’t go so well you may get to experience the humiliation of hearing people asking “Who did that?”