How I Spent My Sunday, by Rafe, age 35 1/2

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Almost finished, just ran out of light. Had to scramble for a means to affix the last couple of roof segments, because the utility stool we've got is just a scosh too short; my workaround was four paint cans and a piece of plywood.

Only trauma was one small slice to my hand, one to my chest, and some very sore fingers from a lot of screwdriver work. The most curious development was empirical proof why I get hot and sweaty while fixing computers -- apparently, anytime I'm engaged with using tools, my heart rate goes through the roof (220+ bpm; my resting pulse is under 60, and, for reference, it was 168 for almost the entire duration of the 15k run). I discussed this with both a pharmacist and an RN, and while they were both initially concerned, I don't appear to be in any sort of imminent danger. Y'all are still stuck with me.