Writing is like my weekend endeavor. I re-roofed my shed, and after countless hours of removing shingles, preparing the surface, tacking roofing paper, and shingling, I am exhausted, sore, and generally beat up. Most of my joints ache and I’m a bit dehydrated, even though I tried to drink plenty of water. But after I took some Ibuprofen, showered, ate some dinner and started a beer, I sank back into an easy chair and viewed the nicest looking shed roof in the neighborhood. And it feels great.