reminds me. I had a guy stop by last week, wednesday to be exact, dropped off a 4 wheeler for me to work on. I finished it Friday and called him. No answer. Ok whatever. Left message. Got a call Saturday, he was in the hospital. Apparently they're building a deck on the back of the house and he cut his fingers off with the saw. Showed up Monday to pick up the ATV, hands bandaged up. I drove it onto the trailer and tied it down for him. He could've just said hang onto it until I can get better but no, he was going stir crazy with nothing to do but mope around feeling sorry for hisself. That would be me. I get a little sick and don't do nothing and depression sets in. I need to be busy doing, something. Even doing dishes or laundry is better than sitting around with nothing to do.