Ask Uncle Bill is building a house and he's beginning to feel like a famous gnome:
Sorry about being late but had to meet a framer to talk about this new house. Nothing like pulling up to work site in 103 degree Texas weather feeling like an idiot, or a complete fraud, or both. But with plans in hand I slid out of the truck and went looking for John Hughes, the frame guy. For those not in the know, the framer frames the house. Easy so far.
John had his head stuck in the back of a truck trying to get a balky compressor to compress. He was sweating and so was I. One of his guys saw me, nudged John and said something. Probably "Hey, the idiot that thinks he can build his own house is here."