Steve and I were both hungry early this morning, so breakfast was early, which means that I got an early start on the you-know-what. And I got a lot done- the north side of the coop was completely done except for installing the window, which I'll do once it's up in place. That leaves cladding the south side of the coop, which includes having to build the window from scratch still, and the floor of the coop, the door to the run, and the roof. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm hoping to start raising walls on Wednesday.
But I must have gotten a lot done today, because my hands are killing me. All twenty-eight of my knuckles are aching, and one, the second on my left index finger, is particularly achy. That would be because right after I was thinking, "Gee, that's probably not a good place for my finger," I whacked it hard with my hammer. I swing a sixteen ounce Estwing framing hammer, so you can imagine the force. It swelled up so much (yes, I iced it!) that it was a little hard, and more than a little painful pulling my glove onto that hand. Thank God it's not a roofing hammer, which is bigger and has a cross-hatched face- otherwise my finger would have looked like I was trying to tenderize it.
But, yeah. I think I may have an idea of what arthritis feels like. I have never had my hands hurt like this. I mean, they ache up to my wrists. Actually, past my wrists, because my wrists ache too. Ai yi yi.
Well, enough whining for one night.
I gotta go research how to put the roof on.