Monday, September 8

Saturday, I helped my father-in-law lay down a shingle roof. Let me tell you this body ain't cut out for manual labor. It couldn't have been a more beautiful day, a comfortable 78 degrees. After 6 hours of kneeling on a roof, grabbing asphalt shingles, my back ached, my knees throbbed and I don't think I had any fingerprints left. I have a new respect for manual laborers.