Not because they're frog thieves - those wear steal-toad boots - but because of this pesky "gravity" thing they have on this planet.
Yeah, in cleaning up yesterday's early mistake, I found it necessary to pry loose the board that, by evening, was held in place by the Go-rilla Goo, which had finally done its thing. Propping the whole mess up to put the board in question 53" above floor level seemed easiest on the ol' squattin' muscles.
So, in accordance with the Laws of (Somebody Else's) Comedy, when the board eventually came loose it headed straight for my toe (clearly an act of mutiny). Corner down, at that.
Much ouch. Very hurt. Still hurts this morning.
And I still need to spend much of this (supposed to be rainy) day making further progress on the chicken coop. Also, it appears that most or all of tomorrow's rain has disappeared from the forecast, so making preparations for evening fireworks is in order. (After I limped off to bed last light, I was hearing Twoth of July fireworks, but couldn't see them from any of the bedroom windows.)
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