Unfazed, still in her eyes staring at the work tools and parts ordered in carton just yet open. We try to imagine what is he thinking?
Maybe he thinks it will be fun, like so many years ago with Meccano and Lego bricks. Maybe he thinks that broke the fucking fit furniture. Maybe he thinks that the physical work and the nobiliterà distracted by all his thoughts. Now that has finished
think that everything hurts. It is nice to feel him all the sore muscles? E 'remained closed all day at home to mount furniture, drill and screw. Now sits not want to move more than one muscle. The latest venture with the drill to fight against the tiles of the bathroom was the coup de grace. But is satisfied. He did everything that was planned. The many little things postponed for a day like this one: gloomy, festive and free programs.
- At the end how did it go?
- I realized that for two hours I thought only one thing. I will not ever happen. Now I am used to do 120 things at one minute more than a 2 hr. The difference between a twit and a blog post. Do not feel bad, I like it. But now I want to rest.
