It Is Finished
Every muscle in my body aches. I haven't had a thought deeper than "is it level?" for over 48 hours. I sleep the sleep of the dead each night, my limbs encased in imaginary casts. But the paver patio is finished and looks halfway decent, although around about the 20th hour of work I quit caring. Home improvement projects exist to humble you and also to get you to the point of asking, "I really don't want this ---fill-in-the-blank--- as much as I thought I did". Fortunately, you're half-done and you can't leave it half-done, so that compels you to finish... When I was a four-year old, I wanted to be a "digger man", i.e. construction worker. Be careful what you wish for.
After I put the sand down, the next morning I woke to find that one of our cats thought it a nice big kitty litter. They left a dead mouse as a compensatory "offering".
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