Today's OneWord: Steady
"Steady," Jeffrey murmured. "Steadyyyy..." We were able to prop up the large wooden plank nicely against the trunk of the eucalyptus tree before turning our attention back to the massive oak. So far, the floor to our upcoming treehouse was nearly done - now it was all about checking if it was stable. Jeffrey, being somewhat of a coward, had volunteered me to check it. "You're the one who's one hundred thirty pounds, dude," I scoffed. "I'm nearing two hundred."