I’m impressed, Patrick. You’ve been away to Berlin, probably still a little jet lagged if you rummage in the corners of your brain, it’s only single digits of September, and your wood is stacked already!! Good for you!
I dedicated all of Saturday to stacking wood. Now I’m paying the price. Sore muscles. Sore neck. Sore everything. And I’m full bore back into carpentry—wasn’t quite ready for the physicality of it.
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I’m impressed, Patrick. You’ve been away to Berlin, probably still a little jet lagged if you rummage in the corners of your brain, it’s only single digits of September, and your wood is stacked already!! Good for you!
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I dedicated all of Saturday to stacking wood. Now I’m paying the price. Sore muscles. Sore neck. Sore everything. And I’m full bore back into carpentry—wasn’t quite ready for the physicality of it.
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Spotted a couple myself, trapped in the still high unmowed fieldgrass out on the north-side treeline. Oy.
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You almost have your own haiku there. :)
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