Everybody hurts, sometimes.

Kitchen remodeling takes time. Sand, fill, wait. Prime, wait, sand, paint, wait, etc.
Today was one of the fun things. Straddle the kitchen sink and tear out the old light fixture. The guy who built it originally did a crappy job. The framing for the soffit and light fixture were…shitty is the only way to put it.
So, trying to kneel over the sink, Sawzall chewing away, then chisel in hand; hack, cut, saw. And constantly calling the bastard foul names.
It’s a tight space, but with the right bending and twisting, I got the pot lights installed and only sliced one finger.
Okay, I almost fell off the countertop five times. My leg hit the faucet twice and I had to stop and clean up the water. But there weren’t any really big problems.

It’s times like these, when I’d rather be short, and with small hands.

And maybe younger.

All that bending and twisting.

There are a number of muscles that are starting to complain. Muscles that have been quiet for years.

Oh shut up old man.