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The heavy dust in my lungs isn't helping.  I wear the mask, even if I am just stepping in to grab something.  It's more than dust.  Old mildew and etc.  I really should have worn a mask, but it looked like short, fast, work.  Nope.  I will leave the shovel out there, and each day I will remove a scoop or two.  As is, I'm coughing and having difficulty breathing just from the exposure.  Pushing a bit too, really adds to the depth and frequency of coughing.  Bleh.  At least the taste is gone.

I got the wood out of the vehicle, went and got the bottom, for accurate measuring, set up the sawhorses, and a third point... an old broken folding chair, the seat didn't hold, about the right height for a third point... I hope.  Oh, and put a lightbulb in to my back porch.  That thing has been broken for years now.  Broken?  Had to tinker with it just a bit.

I tried my extension cord.  Nope.  Blew the fuse, but this time I know which one.  It wasn't that one AND the whole house, this time.  Just that one 120 v, 20 amp, fuse.  Not the old fuses, newer fuse boxes.  I think it might be that the fuse is bad.  I'll have to see about replacing it.  That will be a first.  At least I know how to, and am knowledgeable enough to be willing to, shut the whole house fuse, and pull a box fuse.  Still, it... will be new, and a first.

Hmm, I have another I may try.  If that blows, then... it might be the compressor.  I'll have to see how to check oil.  It's relatively new, shouldn't need it.  But, maybe.  They are small engines, and run hard.  I'll give it one more shot.  Everything is more work than it seems, always.  Which, is fine, just... I'd rather... not right now.  I don't want to have to figure out every trick and trap on the way to doing what should be a simple job.  But... so be it, I guess.

I did measure, out there, again.  I can't use the shelving in place... or the boards for it.  Too high.  Glad I caught that before too much had been done.  I can lower those boards a foot or two, and that would allow me easy access.  I may, eventually, put in doors to the cages.  But, for now, with what I have, a swinging top is all I can do.  Still, I think... it could go well.

One last distress?  I think it was Chief Nosewetter, or his XO, who noticed wood coming from the big boxes was... a bit twisted.  Oh, it's... I checked as well as possible before leaving, but a few have developed a decent spin.  Not as bad as some of the natural hockey sticks and bigger boomerangs I left in the store.  Still, two developed a Republican spine.

A bit of a break, and to it.  I have enough of the slats for four sides.  I should have enough 2x4s or other slats to create a lid and front.  As well, I should have enough plywood for... whatever my needs.  Probably.  Will know more after this break, or next break for sure.  I don't want to look to closely, as I don't want to panic myself needlessly or otherwise.  If I'm short, I'll... deal with it.  Later.

Oh, but... does she haunt my steps?  Does she... say more?  A beautiful gift.  Not a thing of ego.  If I move a woman so?  It is her doing.  It's... how it really works.  The woman.  THE woman.