There is not an inch on my body that isn't bruised, or cut, or aching.  The Eagle Project is one heckuva workout!  SonBo planned this project, but there were so many details that changed at the last moment and so many challenges that the first workday left enough unfinished to required a second workday (and the cancelling of my much-needed massage - boo hoo).  The second workday still left enough undone to require a third workday before the next weekend.  Hopefully, on Friday, the strong kids will show up and the planter can be put together in 2 hours.  Once it's in, then it's all about planting.

There were a million SNAFUs.  SonBo was calm, cool, and collected, but as his mom I knew he was about to have a major meltdown.  HusBo and I almost killed each other (imagine the exacting engineer and the go-for-it carpenter...BAD COMBO, my friends).  On day two I fell into a posthole.  Nothing is broken, but the bruises are spectacular.

Food-wise I was abominable.  I fell into the worst of my bad habits - not eating.  I went practically all day on Sunday without food or water.  I was in "work mode" and when that happens I just don't stop.  Yes, I know better.  Yes, I am paying for it today.  No, I probably will never break that habit...but at least I am now aware of it and I did make up the water.

Today HusBo and I went back up to the site to widen the drill holes so everything will fit together better.  It's a wise idea.  Maybe one more trip mid week to get everything ready for Friday...I'm sure I have someplace without a bruise...

Peace and joy (and wish us much luck, please!) ~ Shannon