Yesterday, S and I spent 8 hours moving 6 tons of rock to create several walls at the haunt. Rock by rock. By rock. By rock.

Today, I feel like I’ve been run over by a train and someone has kindly danced a jig on my back while wearing cement blocks, then propped me up and demanded that I perform 182 pushups and 172 crunches and 258 squats (which is probably just about how many squats I actually did yesterday during this whole endeavor). I really wish Ludo had been there to help. Next time, I’m thinking I should get a bunch of cross-fit lunatics to come do it for me.