It is coming down.

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The branch.  It's about forty to fifty feet, or was.  It is being pared down, bit by bit.  Some of the branches off the thing are as big as standard twenty foot full trees.  A heck of a thing.  Impossible, it would have been, for me to do.  I have a migraine, have for days now.  Not sure what all is wrong.  Just getting up there was... a mistake.

I did get to the peak.  Not a problem.  Getting down was... another thing.  I wrapped my hand in the rope, and tried to get down.  I lost my feet, and was hanging by that rope.  If not for the glove, I wouldn't have skin on my left hand.  As is, it was badly burned, at least sprained.  There may be broken bits in there.  As well, the bolts holding the roof on scratched me.  It looks like I was playing with a mountain lion, and she got a bit peeved.  Mostly holy and bruised, not a full tear all along, but twelve to sixteen inch shreds.  Meh, I can still type, at the moment.  Swelling may change that.  Pain?  Comfortably numb, oddly?  Actually?  For the moment.

A bit of nausea.  I am guessing there is a bit of shock happening.  No worries, I've definitely had worse.  I am more worried about the others.  These guys have to work for a living.  They can't get hurt and just be okay with it.  Always pray, when dealing with such things.  I would try to help more, but climbing the ladder just to the better part of the roof causes me to nearly pass out.  So... best not.  I tried to get past it a couple of times.  Not yet.

It should be done tonight.  Power is on, for the moment.  Don't know if it will be.  Hmm, right, and I don't have a phone.  Bleh.  When it happens, it all happens?  Maybe.  Oh, I wonder about those little phone kits, cheapies you pick up at Walmart or else?  Late, this time, but a consideration next time... a temp phone that I only pay when I use?  Might be able to get that anyway.

It sounds like the machine is here.  I best get on out, to be there.  Later.