I'm doing what I can to get the writing things done early so a majority of my day can be taken up by concrete. I only have the vaguest recollection of manipulating the stuff myself, and most of that was being allowed to scribe my name into a slab with a stick.
I was very smol at the time.
This is a cubic meter of concrete to be shaped into a floor for a cat enclosure.
...and of course my ability to focus has gone out the window. Wish me luck. You might not get a story until hours after dark.