Hubby and I started our spring/summer/fall season "work" schedule this week. We're trying to get in six hours a day on move ahead projects Monday through Saturday each week. Sunday we give ourselves permission to collapse for one day. (I hope rigor mortis doesn't set in.) Now don't laugh and poo-poo our lofty intentions. We have a big project we desperately need to get done this summer . . . finishing the remodeling of the house. BIG project. But more about that in the future.
We're being sensible and allowing exceptions to our schedule. For instance, first day of this week, I was gone in the morning and then had previous commitments for the afternoon. Hubby also had a dentist appointment that morning but did wood work by himself in the afternoon. (Getting both wood sheds full is our first "work" priority.) And we will be sensible enough to take some time off for R & R now and then. (This will include debilitating injuries to the body, time out for attitude adjustments and visits to psychiatrist and chiropractor's offices.)
We've set the work hours each morning from ten a.m. until noon. Noon to one p.m. is lunch and whatever else each of us chooses to fit in there. Then back at it in the afternoon from one until five p.m. We know things will come up that will cause us to deviate from the schedule so we'll remain open and flexible to that.
These days, of course, also have to include time to squeeze in all the usual things that need to be done every day to keep the homestead functioning. How's it working so far? Well, I gotta admit some stuff is already falling by the wayside, but what will probably become "Catch-Up Sunday" is coming soon.
As I've said we've been working on wood this week and yesterday took it's toll on me. But what did me in wasn't the "work" per se, it was the weather. We awoke to a temperature of 9°. Much, much, much colder than we've been having for the past several weeks. Even though I could have been mistaken for the Pillsbury Dough Boy (bundled in multitudinous layers of winter garb) when I reported for duty at the wood pile, I couldn't keep my hands from being uncomfortably cold all day. Tingly cold. Numb cold. Hurty-achy cold. And I think that really zapped the energy from my whole body. Glad to say that this morning when we started work it was already 24°. (A real heat wave.)
I'm not nearly as wiped out tonight although we pushed along today and when we stopped at 5 p.m., we were only a couple of wheelbarrows of wood short of filling one whole shed. One whole shed full of wood! Whoo-hoo!
Stay tuned tomorrow for a picture of the full shed. (Can you stand the wait?) What a beautiful sight it will be!