....until my third board. While doing my soon-to-be-patented shuffling backstep with a 16' board held overhead while trying to land a perfect 10 on a sawhorse, I crashed into a pile of wood and put a dent into my heel (a fact I didn't discover until later). At the time, I just knew that I nearly had a nasty fall and had to do a kind of reverse push-up with a rather large board. I did manage to cut that board into proper lengths to nearly finish my third box, but at that point the boxes required cuts at an angle. I figured out how to do that on the circular saw, but couldn't steady the boards and follow through on the cuts simultaneously, so I kept getting boards with bellies (i.e., rounded cuts). Pretty aggravating for a quasi-perfectionist (see belief above about superhuman qualities).
At 3pm, I realized that slightly irritating feeling at the back of my ankle was, in fact, a pretty bad cut. I also tried lifting another 16' board and felt my trapezius muscles say "NO WAY!". Leon got home around that time and offered to help, but between feeling pretty worn out and very frustrated that my "angled" cuts more closely resembed a logo for Mom's farm, I called it a day.....and fell asleep at 7:30pm. Here's where I left it.
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