It's a good thing it's not windy. That would make this perfect day really suck.

5:30 Get woken up by the wind.
5:45 Get dressed, eat miniwheats.
6:01 Hear alarm going off. Run upstairs to turn it off before wife turns my life off.
6:50 Start truck. Glad to see it still in the parking lot, feared it would blow away.
7:02 Arrive at Chevy dealership so they can fix my door panel. Jerkwads.
7:05 Get in Adam's 1942 Fargo Pickup. Smells like old people.
7:40 Arrive in Morgan's Rise. Windier out there. 100-105 Km/H winds. -3 feels like -18. We stand around talkin bout cars, dreamin bout women, never had a plan, just livin for the minute.
8:45 Start working. Well, some of us anyways. DEL. JAKE. ANDY. Cristoph (sp?) and I work on the barrel vaults. Derek does backing and strapping. Adam cuts for Kev. Kev works on a walkway through the trusses over the pool room so that people have a way to get to the mechanical room in the attic. Andy, Del and Jake "supervise".
10:05 Coffee. All of us drive to Tim's. Adam and I drove with Del. Some guy in front of us kept slamming on his brakes, so Del decided to teach him a lesson. Del pulled right up on his ass, the guy fingered him, and slammed on his brakes HC this time. Del hit his brakes too, coming within inches of turning this guys Mercedes into a SmartCar. I fingered him, gave him the British wave as well as we drove past him. Adam mooned him. Too bad Del has tinted windows.
11:20 Arrive back at site. Work. Del, Andy, and Jake sit in Jake's truck discussing "work stuff". I call bull crap. They just didn't want to freeze their cahones off.
12:30 Lunch. Spaghetti. Snaps, a banana, an apple, grapes, and baby carrots.
1:35 Back to work. Andy rolls out. Del rolls out. Jake talks on his phone. '
2:13 Jake cuts something with the zipper saw.
2:45 Cristoph (sp?) and I start on the dropped ceiling over the front deck so that Andy can get the timbers in. Andy and Del work the timbers like a sculptor works clay. It is like poetry in motion. They are both so fluid and graceful.
3:30 Derek asks "where is Jake?". Good question my young friend. His truck is gone. Jake has been gone for like, and hour. He better be off getting us coffees.
4:45 He isn't. He is already at home. Del lets out a disheartened "Roll up. I guess."
5:05 Adam drops me off at the dealership. Truck looks brand new. Go in and ask for the keys. They say that if I want that 2009 Duramax 4x4 that's jacked to the moon, I will have to pay for it. I said "you guys are going under anyways, and its only a matter of time before GM liquidates its stock, so lets save the hassle and the paper work and give me the keys". They say no. I say "just put the sign in my truck window and call it even". They say no. I say "fine, you jerkwads" and I storm out of there.
5:15 Arrive home.
5:45 Eat supper. Chicken pot pie. Thanks Hon.
8:00 Feed son snack.
8:20 Give son bath.
8:35 Put son to bed.
8:45 Spill water all over my kitchen floor.
8:45-present Swear. Wife cleans it up because I am blinded by fury. Remember 42 posts ago when I cut all of that MDF for my closets, and I told my wife that I was going to build them right away. Well now those pieces are soaked, because they were sitting unassembled in my kitchen instead of assembled in my closet. SON OF A KJSEf iaHfihasiugh IUHH FIUESIUEGB SDfoiweh fiaj vsdfgasoidh gv beeeeeeepppp WATER!
10:00 Write this line.
10:15 Shower.
10:30 Go to bed.

I don't even want to say good night because I am in such a bad mood, but looking at this screen and picturing all of your smiling faces makes the rage melt away. Sunshine and buttercups.