It is 6:00 in the morning. I am drenched from head to toe in sweat. My sweat is running into my ears, my eyes, and my mouth. I am walking around with a hundred pounds of tools and safety equipment strapped to my body. The Arizona sun relentlessly bounces off the metal roof panels and bakes my face like beef jerky. I have seven more hours to go. Today. And the next day. And the day after that.
I have been doing this for twelve years and every year I think the same thing; "Why am I doing this again this year? How long can I do this until body parts start falling off?" (I thought I was a smart guy.)
I know alot of people have it worse. I also know I am blessed when I walk in the front door and my kids hug me, my trophy wife kisses me, and my pool calls to me.
Maybe I can handle one more day. One more hot tin roof.