Screwed

The contractors showed up today and brought this machine. They took these six foot lengths of “helical pier” (screw) and drove them into the ground using a monster motor attached to a bobcat. It was freakin’ sweet. There is one of these piers on either side of our master bathroom. The plan is to bolt a steel beam between them, and then rest the structure on that beam. At that point, we will be free to remove all the rotten, sub-code, resting-on-the-ground-getting-eaten-by-insects wood that is currently supporting the bathroom. Let the “screwing” jokes commence.

In other news, sleep obtained in a hammock in your backyard is approximately 10 times the value of sleep slept anywhere else. God … 15 minutes and I feel like a new man. Of course, I’ve been sleeping for crap because of the ragweed or whatever allergy it is that keeps me clawing at my eyes and scratching the roof of my mouth with a toothbrush. All praise clortrimaton and claratin. Between the two of them I’m twitchy, sleepless, lethargic, but mostly functional.

At least I don’t have to run vocal auditions in this condition. That always sucked back when I was doing the a cappella thing.