I alluded to the fact that I didn’t sleep well that night. I don’t know when I woke up because there was no clock. But I tossed and turned on my marble slab of a bed for a long unknown amount of time. I can’t even remember what I was thinking about. Probably something about the adoption. But come time for breakfast I was one tired dude.
This morning we had huevos rancheros. I don’t do huevos. These were not disguised and I could not trick myself into eating any of them. So I became Trader Cav. They had hash browns similar to those at McDonalds or Burger King. I was able to pick up a side of maple syrup-soaked sausages. Thankfully they asked if we wanted toast. I needed to soak up the grease I ate. It wouldn’t quite work as my stomach rebelled later in the day. But I needed to eat something as I looked ahead to a busy day.
I didn’t want to deal with the insulation. I had washed out my shirt the day before. I wasn’t itch-free until about 5 pm despite my shower. And then there was the issue of the “gato muerte”. The day before we discovered a decomposing cat in one of the piles of insulation. Let’s just say the smell lingered.
A couple of the guys finished up the insulation. I swept up the work site. Usually my father-in-law handles that task, but he was many thousands of miles away. Good thing- otherwise he’d keep going on about how it wasn’t an OSHA-approved work site. But this was where God had brought us to work.
We installed the doors and then the dry wall arrived. 100 sheets of dry wall, that is. This is not what I was looking forward to. We had to get all of the dry wall to the 2nd floor somehow, some way & some time. Thankfully we stored most of it in the yard for the time being and only brought up about 10 sheets. But in leaning over to grab one they hoisted up from the truck, I aggravated my back. Not too bad. And my foot, which has been bothering me intermittently for months started to hurt. I wasn’t doing so well.
Cavman Considers 