Badge of Honor

Today was another scorcher, and I think it was the hottest day of the year so far. I have no scientific evidence to back that whatsoever, but it was pretty hot.

Throughout the day, I find a plethora of ways to give myself bruises, nicks, scrapes, splinters, smashed fingers, and a host of other fun minor injuries. Sometimes it sucks, but it’s kind of fun to feel some pain during the day, lets you know you’re still alive.

One of the injuries that never seem to go away is my busted middle knuckle. I have a nice chunk out of it from hitting it on things in tight places. Once again, I smashed it on something today, and ripped the scab off. Needless to say, it was quite a bleeder.

I recently started wiping blood on my shirt whenever I get something good enough to draw blood. I figure that blood drawn should be worn like a warrior, well not really, but it sounds kind of cool, or cheesy, depends on your perspective I guess.

My knuckle took a few minutes to stop bleeding, so by the time it was done, I had several nice bloody smudges blazen across the top of my shirt. This might have something to do with my Hispanic counterparts calling me Gringo Loco, I’m not sure.

We’re still buttoning up loose ends on our driveway structure. We’re getting close to starting work on building some walls and bringing in some trusses; I can’t wait. Once again this evening, I saw 172 pounds on the scale.