Rafters, Roof.

Little excuse-me storm through last night, with enough rain to wet the lumber. It was vastly cooler this morning, wind out of the east, it seemed like, but we sure as hell swung that back around by evening, when we aimed ourselves toward sauna conditions. Hurried progress on the cat roof today out in front of an iffy roofing forecast for tomorrow. If we're lucky, we get it shingled before the storms. If we're not, we bail it out tomorrow night.

Around here we're sore in the way people who do real work for half-days get sore. Mornings: we write, we coffee, we do the old soft shoe. Afternoons: we carpent.