Three straight days. 8 am to 7 pm. An hour off for lunch break. Two people. Sixty man-hours total. Wow.

Not even in my adolescence have my wrists hurt so much. And my fingers. And my arms. And shoulders. And back. And knees. The list goes on. This is probably the hardest labor I have done in my life so far. The wooden roof on my terrace had a couple of leaks, so I called up my dad and asked for his help to redo the roof covering. We unleashed an animal that was almost out of our capabilities to tame. The previous owners of our house were terribly lazy. Apparently, every time they had a leak on that roof, they decided to just place another layer of water-repelling roofing stuff on top of the existing one.  So, when we bought the house it already had four: one layer of some kind of ugly foam, two layers of the carton de techar stuff, and one layer of pure asphalt. All of it was held together with asphalt, and hammered straight to the wood with an insane amount of nails. And we had to remove all of it before placing a new layer, which is the correct way to do this.

By Monday afternoon, the third day, we were still removing old stuff, so we decided that we really needed to stop removing stuff and start placing the new stuff. So, leaving some of the old stuff behind, we proceeded to place the new layer. It didn't come out perfect, because of some bits of the old stuff we had to leave in place, but it looks good. And so far, the leaks are gone. We'll see how it holds up.

So we finished at almost 8 pm, and after removing asphalt from 25% of my body, I jumped in the pool. As I floated there in the water, my body felt like it was made out of Jell-O.  I was exhausted. And even after a good rest last night, I still feel tired. Never in my life had I drank so much water without feeling the need to urinate. I sweated that much. The sun is nice, but sometimes it can be a bastard. My skin is burnt in some places, especially in my arms, which are so red they look like those of a freakin' Indian. People at work think I had a nice weekend at the beach. How far away from the truth they are . 

Oh, and a piece of advise: hot asphalt is hot. It will burn your butt if you sit on it.