The microwave digital clock reads 10:23, and my eyes widen. For the first time in weeks, without the 7 am wake-up call of saws and sanders, nail guns and blasting Latin FM radio, I slept! Because the porch project is done, and done beautifully. I grab my teacup and tiptoe out the basement door, up the stairs, into the quiet morning to take a peek. It feels like Christmas. And in all the excitement, I forget about my numb left leg, the impingement of twisted vertebra L2 and 3