Following being personally tested in the garden of the postholes and Merrin creating a store on the first day, I think we’ve both come to realize the intensely religious connection that can develop from insanely physical labor.
For example, we spent the better part of 15-minutes tonight just praying that the remote control would move close enough that one of us might reach it with a foot, saving us from actually extending an arm.
Please, I beg you, no one call us tonight. We want to talk to you, I promise. It’s just that the cordless phone is all the way over there.
I think the neighbors might have suspected that something, shall we say, more sinful was going on tonight, though, since their yard backs up to our bathroom. I was, quite literally, praising God when I finally washed the remains of the day from my battered body. On the 8th day, He made hot showers, and they were good.
On the eigth day, He made Heavenly Showers. I’m just thankful that way back when (fourth day?) I was smart enough to install one!
did you get your heavenly bed yet so you can sleep heavenly tonight?
Sounds to me like you need a little more physical labor in your life. As someone who does it everyday I can list the many benefits and disadvantages of it.
The bed arrives sometime this week. It’s ready for delivery.
I may need a little more physical labor, but it’s not like I’m immune. I mean, heck, I’ve got a tractor, right?
Physical labor does not even come close to describing what I will for 9 hours a day, every day, for the next three weeks. Imagine aerobics, weightlifing, and boxing all rolled up together. All day. No breaks. My heart rate doesn’t even start to slow down until I get in the car to drive home. As much as I love it now, I sure wouldn’t want to subject myself to this on a regular basis! 🙂