Ouch

I began using the arm too soon. There seems to be a little conflict between acquiring range of motion and healing. Or something.

So Youngest Son and Youngest Daughter were sawing the wood for the turtle basking ramp,(*) and doing most of the drilling and screwing. And I'm not driving anymore, and I'm practicing doing lots of things left-handed.

Such is the price of impatience. The land is going to have its Sabbaths one way or another...

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(*)The turtle is now in an aquarium significantly deeper than the horse trough. But the glass sides seem to be weirding him out.