I’m not sure what’s more remarkable: that I managed to spend 5.5 hours helping my dad do stuff at the church(es) or that I’m still awake at 11:30. They’re both pretty shocking if you stop and think about it.
Other remarkable things include the fact that I spent a lot of that 5.5 hours dealing with heavy pieces of metal and managed to avoid injury and the fact that I was touching things that my brain classified as being dirty (including picking stuff up off the floor) without any outward sign of just how anti the whole operation I really was. (Have I discussed my issues with respect to things that are dirty? Because that’s a fun topic.)
Wow, okay, I am really very tired. And if I want to head back to my house at a decent hour tomorrow (and I do), then I had better go to bed.