Got up, coffee and smokes, spent a few hours on here, dressed (same clothes as yesterday and the day before but haven't done anything to get dirty or sweaty so meh), took the little guy outside (dog).
l decided to tackle The Project I have been procrastinating on for a week: installing a deadbolt lock in a really expensive door. It meant cutting a hole in the door! What if I screw it up? Did the first one a week ago and it went well but that was a cheapo door, which is why I did it first. Read over the instructions several times (worthless crap), set it all up, and just as I was about to start cutting/drilling, chickened out. Paced around. Called a friend, no answer. Had a smoke. Took a deep breath, called myself names (chicken, weenie, sissy), told myself drilling a hole doesn't require having a penis, and did it. Perfect! Friend called me back and we laughed about doing this stuff ourselves.
Installed the lock. Chiseled out the hole for strike plate, not perfect but good enuff.
This took about three hours. But it feels good to have done it successfully myself.
Two down, two more to go. The next two doors are steel clad. I am already getting anxious about that!
