Matt’s coming over shortly and we’re going to take another run at putting up gutters on the back half of the house. Last night before it got dark, we put up one corner (the beginning) and part of one joint of gutter (and I have just realized, while sitting here writing, that we’re gonna have to pull it back down because I forgot to splice in the downspout drop, dammit!). Work stopped when I found that I kept bending the hanger brackets because the drywall screwdriver ran too fast and collapsed the hangers before the tapping screws could take up snugly. Matt brought over his torque-limiting drill, which should help with that problem, and another ladder/scaffold that he thinks will be easier to use for this project than my extension ladder is; I shouldn’t wonder if he’s right. Working on a black flat roof, even a shaded one, is going to be NO fun; I’ll need tons of water.
Last night we had some pork country ribs that I smoked for dinner—now I wonder what I’m gonna do about lunch today?
32 days . . . .
Hulk Hogan evaded agents of Endsville for the flaming krugerrand. Fnord.
