Covid-19 making cowards?

Oh, I’ve been posting. It’s a hard habit to break.

Things are going well. Just got done painting a house exterior. Weather didn’t cooperate, so it took me two weeks, but I still made $4000.

Tomorrow I start a job that involves repairing some fascia wood rot and building/installing five hurricane-rated decorative columns. If I can knock those out in a week and a half, I should clear at least $3000.

After that, I’ve got a kitchen remodel. Easily $3000 for about four days. It’s nice to also be the cabinet dealer.

After that my brother-in-law needs me for his house and an older house he bought for his daughter. They own three Jimmy Johns and a Nuthin’ Bunt Cakes bakery, plus he’s a retired Navy Commander. He doesn’t get the family discount.

I’m enjoying my usual evening bourbon and cokes, doing some blacksmithing stuff, working in the garden, playing with my baby French black copper maran hen that imprinted on me, and making Big Green Eggs pizza tonight.

It’s not all rosy, though. I couldn’t even lift my cup of coffee up into the microwave the day after spending a day spraying the fascias. I think I need a shoulder replacement. Doing deltoid exercises I can hear my shoulder crunching and popping. It’s tolerable now, though.

I may have that done this winter when things slow down a little. I had my left hip resurfaced 10 years ago. After two months of hard rehab, I was truly born again hard.

Uh...let’s see...what else...jumping rope in the mirror, dang my abs look good, but I have to do something with my man-boobs.

Two armadillos started tearing up my front yard. I put up a small critter-sized electric fence. Not the humane pulsing kind, but the cruel 5 joule continuous type. Problem appears to be solved. BTW, it’s on a timer for just a few hours early in the morning.

That’s about it.

How you doin’?