Woke up early, drove over, ate quickly with the other guys the whole day was pretty vigorous and consisted of mixing concrete on the ground and in a hand mixer in front of the church, shoveling the concrete into metal gallon buckets, passing them up the scaffolds, over the rooftop and dumping them into place. The passing line started as a large loop and eventually ended up as a couple single lines up the scaffolding. I started in the front on top of the roof (the person who dumped the buckets), and rotated a few other positions when the roof no longer needed a full line. I gave my gloves to another hard worker who lived there, so my hands were all kinds of messed up when I was done. We used metal buckets, and the concrete eventually hardened on the handles and the bottom, which meant sharp edges when handling and dumping them. I didn't stop until the job was completely done; I wanted to put whole self into the process since everyone came from afar to help.

When we returned, I showered, had Pat care for my hands, and hit the sack. I was down and out from illness the next couple days from both concrete and food poisoning.

Unfortunately I didn't get to say goodbye to the kids the following night.