REALITY: Exhaustion

And pain.  Standing from seven a.m. until ten-thirty at night on cement.  Holes poked in fingers from wire-wrapping hangers.  Hands dried out from Windex, starting to crack.  Mind numb from guessing who’ll walk through the door first, most likely the woman who just brought work in on Monday.  Facing one more marathon framing day tomorrow, then blissfully slip into a coma for weeks.