Under the Lights

I was working under the lights on the roof of the shed this evening, racing to get the shingling finished before the rain started. As the sound of my mighty hammer blows echoed through the still crisp night air, I'm sure our neighbors (the same ones who were witnesses to the door installation) looked up from their dinner-tables and thought, "What is that jack#%$ doing now?" Nothing to see here, people. These are not the droids you're looking for. Move along. Move along.

It seems I timed it perfectly. As I was putting away the ladder and gathering up the shingle scraps, the rain and sleet started. I also timed it just right to get back in the house as the melee known as dinnertime wrapped up. I'm two for two for the evening. I think I'll stop while I'm ahead.