My Father, the Optimist

Or, How Dad, Even Though He has Many Fantastic Abilities, Really isn't that Great at Figuring Out How Long Things Take.

At the end of day 4:

All the studs and rafters are up, and all the walls are sheathed. Dad and I worked from 9 - 7 to get this far, with a short break for lunch (oh, and two really short coffee breaks). However...

Dad was planning on getting all this done, plus the roof sheathing, plus tacking on all the tar paper, plus making the third (and hopefully last) trip to Home Despot for the last of the supplies (shingles and siding).

Yeah.

Us and what army??