Curse you evil Day Star.
This weekend was spent melting under the relentless sun, shifting chunks of clay and sandstone matrix to create a (mostly, somewhat) level foundation for my 8' x 3' "garden" shed. Hehehehhe. "Garden". I have a "Fire Garden". Heheheh.
Yeah.
Well, six 12" square concrete deck footings, dug 5" to 8" deep or so depending where on the SLOPING DAMN HILL of my back yard they were at, means removing only 2 or 3 cubic feet of earth. Not so bad, eh? Shouldn't take too long, eh?
That's what I thought too. However, a million percent humidity (INFINITE HUMIDITY; rain + sun = miasma) and near-100-degree temps made it grueling and tiring work, even with the wonderful help I had (Thanks Matt, Michelle).
So, two days worth of mornings, several hours each (until we fell over, basically), and the foundation is set, the 2x4 framework (pressure treated with alkaline copper, I believe), the 3/4" plywood topper (which should be on the metal frame and not the 2x4 frame, ah well, I'll live), the shed base, the doors, and some bracings -- built.
But no shed yet. I'm a bit frustrated about that, really.
Might finish that Tuesday.
I also read a bunch of my materials for the Flame Effects Operator License, but without knowing what kind of material they will test for, I have severe doubts about what I need to try and memorize. And I both hate and am quite poor at memorizing random crap.
Work will probably be pure suck this week, but is bound to get better once/if/when we pound the last nail into its coffin.
For now, I just need to wake up.