When the swearing stops, and things start coming together and looking good, that sense of accomplishment is like a shot of oxytocin. The pride forms a temporary shield against all negative points, and I start to think, “Hey that wasn’t that bad. I would do it again.”
And granted, they’re not done yet. Shown below are the corners being glued while clamped together with fox wedges.
Also, on an entirely unrelated subject, this is California. I saw this as I was riding home and had to admire the excellent signage.