I had done eight jobs before the sun was properly up.
That is not a boast. I simply see them. The hook swinging loose on its nail. The bucket with the handle going. The gate that will jam later if nobody lifts it now. I see who needs help before they have worked out how to ask for it, and then my paws are already moving, and the asking never has to happen.
By mid-morning I had rehung eleven hooks along the lane, carried the glass up from the shed twice, and fixed that bucket.
By mid-morning my arms had also started doing the shaky thing.
