Aboutt 4 months ago I moved into a brand new (town)house.  It’s been great, particularly since our last house was generating more maintenance opportunities that we could handle.  The new place is 3 stories, and there’s a deck off the back of the second floor over the driveway.  Staining/finishing said deck is left as an excercise for the homeowner, and yesterday I finally got around to it.  At first I didn’t want to tackle it due to the everpresent rain, and lately it’s just been a matter of finding the time.  And I really hate ladders. 

Anyway, I had the time, the materials, and no rain.  Unfortunately, it was around 100° yesterday.  It’s a small deck, but nonetheless 4 hours of huffing paint fumes on my hands and knees left me a bit nackered.  And today I’m finding out how unbendy I’ve become (i.e. crippled today). 

This whole getting older thing really blows.