September 11, 2011
Last week I went climbing seven times in seven days. Today, it feels like my fingers are broken. I'm thinking it comes from hitting the same 11.a twice in two days and not being used to it. That, however, won't be much of a deterrent from going this week. It is about all I do anymore.
Work has been work. Some days are better than others. Some days feel like weeks, others feel like minutes. There is plenty to do, but often it is just that after a whole day of working, there isn't a lot of visible progress. At that point, you just have to step back and say, "I swear I worked all day, even if I don't have much to show for it."
David and I went shooting on Saturday, and the surprising lesson of the day was that the AK-47 can easily pinpoint a tiny cup from 20 yards. Dave and I played "Top Shot" and through a series of challenges, I prevailed. Luckily, there was no shotgun challenge, otherwise I would have been annihilated.
September 16, 2011
Today, no work. Instead, David and I worked on building a floating candelabra for my madre's haunted house.