There's a reason it's called "sweat equity"

Except maybe sweat equity should be called "blood, sweat, tears, soul and social life equity" because that's what it costs you. Today, both of us are exhausted and sore, my hands are torn up, and the house and yard are a mess. After three days of about 12 hours each, I am barely functioning and cannot even begin to tackle the mess. Just putting my shoes on was work! I'm sore in muscles that I don't even know how to use, and it's getting worse as the day progresses. My hands, in addition to being sliced up, are really sore. You would not believe how many different muscles you have in your hands. I now know why people who work with their hands have large, noticeably muscled hands.

On a plus note, the countertop looks great. C and are in low gear (not completely off) for a few days of recovery. There has been too many weeks in a row with not one day off and too many long days in a row.

Since there is no place to put anything down in the kitchen, making a meal is a juggling act. Here is where I spilled my lunch while trying to balance it in one hand.



Here is the already stained, cracked, weedy, gross looking driveway which is now a bit worse due to having two colors of concrete dye spilled on it. We're going to have it resurfaced at some point.


I was able to trowel the top so smooth that it actually reflects light without even being polished.

Here is one of the many buckets of sludge laying around. We'll dispose of the solid matter once the wated evaporates.


The floor is covered with dust, pebbles and concrete remnants.