In which our hero says "Ow, fuck."
Holy crap.
Last weekend was the final weekend of faire. Monday was tear down.
I really overdid it. We had 3 people there for the whole day. One of them is seriously injured, so she wouldn't be lifting anything. We had a few people swing by and lend a hand for a few minutes, but I was still under one end of the majority of walls that got moved.
I thought yesterday would be the worst day for sore muscles. If the pain and soreness I felt yesterday was a grain of sand, today is the fucking sahara. Every muscle that moved on monday hurts.
But, so this post isn't filled with nothing but complaints;
To the people who were there all day - you guys rock, and you know I love you.
To those who stopped by to help, even though you didn't have to - you rock too, even the small amount of work you guys did was a huge help.
I was hoping for a weekend off, but no. Saturday is moving stuff to my new place, then the party. Sunday is starting the bedframe project.
Last weekend was the final weekend of faire. Monday was tear down.
I really overdid it. We had 3 people there for the whole day. One of them is seriously injured, so she wouldn't be lifting anything. We had a few people swing by and lend a hand for a few minutes, but I was still under one end of the majority of walls that got moved.
I thought yesterday would be the worst day for sore muscles. If the pain and soreness I felt yesterday was a grain of sand, today is the fucking sahara. Every muscle that moved on monday hurts.
But, so this post isn't filled with nothing but complaints;
To the people who were there all day - you guys rock, and you know I love you.
To those who stopped by to help, even though you didn't have to - you rock too, even the small amount of work you guys did was a huge help.
I was hoping for a weekend off, but no. Saturday is moving stuff to my new place, then the party. Sunday is starting the bedframe project.