Then, of course, it rains today, after waxing lyrical about the imminent arrival of summer, yesterday. It’s not ideal for it to be raining to have wood delivered, or at least, not ideal to have wood delivered in the rain when one has to go ahead and stack it.
I like stacking the wood, I find it therapeutic. Put some music on in my headphones, shut the rest of the world out (anything to shut the rest of the world out, all that fucken noise) and just get to it. It is meditative. Maybe, not so much in the rain, although if it was warm, and the rain fell as well, now that would be kind of exhilarating. Maybe, I need to get out more to fully explore exhilaration, sure, maybe that is true. But that combination of rain on my face while being fully comfortable in a t-shirt, that is kind of special.
Anyway, the wood man just messaged, he’ll be here in an hour.
I’d better plug back into the salt mines to see if any of the hags have made requests of my skill set, as yet this morning. Of course, it is still a bit early for any of them, they haven’t fully kicked the coffin lid off by this time. Or digested their placenta power juice.
I've already done a couple of hours. Maybe, it is time to watch a little YouTube. Gotta love working from home.
10am. The wood arrives. I put music on and got to stacking a ton of wood up against the side wall.
Sam offered to send Charlie out to help to put his muscles to work, you know, other than in the gym, but, you know, sometimes it is just easier to do stuff yourself.
It took me an hour to stack the wood. The rain had pissed off, and the overcast day had cleared up.
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