I am soooooooooooooo sick of shingling.
I have been putting off this very minor amount of work for days because I got nauseous just thinking about cutting more shingles. Today, I procrastinated yet again, finally arriving at the house at 5PM. Getting out of the car, I felt my energy deflate. By the time I reached the front door my eyes had become heavy and all I could think of was: Nap! Take a nap on the sofa!
Stepping inside, I stared longingly at the sofa. I could hear it calling out: Sleep, my little pretty. Come over to me and sleep!
I shook my head, and slapped a cheek. Get ahold of yourself, man! Now, get your ass upstairs and on the porch roof! STAT! Even if you only install a single shingle! Just get something done!
I hate bossy Ross.
Well, I did manage to get onto the roof. And I did get a single shingle installed. You know, it was not that bad. So, I thought: OK! Now install just one more! Just one more!
And, with the help of an audible book, somehow all the damaged shingles got replaced, a bunch of caulking then ensued, and a lot of filling.
Yet again, the power of my patented Baby Step™ method proved victorious.
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