Well?

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As it turns out, tonight was the night for removing the wood.  Smaller log lengths down to twigs, with much between.  As well, the wire came down so I can begin sawing more of the two trees in which I was limited or outright stopped.  Plus, I got the quarter hog together and got that sent.  Not bad, really, I'll tell you.  I'm not too worn, with gloves and a work sweater I didn't end up nearly as scratched, cut, or bruised.  A little of that, just a little.  Got some other things out, concrete that had been split while putting in the backyard water pump.  Seriously good work.  Well, and that was after a busy "morning".

Sheers and curtains yet tonight?  I just don't know.  I'll rest, well, for a bit, then decide.  Even if I could do the work, and that might be so, it might be best not to do it.  There is too much.  What I have done today is not simple, and is good.  That would be good work for tomorrow.  Just a day of easy work and rest.  Nothing fancy.  Although, as today, if something comes up, I might just be able to do more.

Like it or not, I can move past my broken heart, at least from time to time.  I will have to do so.  I have seen, in my dreams, just how hard it is, summer or winter, using feet for most of my transportation, without a roof over my head.  That reality is becoming more and more sure.  More reason to clean, fix, arrange, and manage the estate.  I don't want to leave more of a mess than I must.  The bathroom... this summer if I can manage heat, or fall and winter otherwise.  I have a good deal more work before I can get to that, so...

Nice... now to relax, rest, listen to music, sip tea, and let my mind shift through what is coming.  It isn't as dark as it might seem.  Difficult, at times, but it is just as troubling here.  There, though, two legged government won't be an issue.  Nor will many other such problems.  Unless a bear catches me off guard, I still have decades up there.  I have seen it.  More than I have here, all else being equal.  Yeah... I am getting notifications that I am not asking the right questions.  The problem is, the area in which the right questions might exist are, potentially, dangerous areas.  Not worth the risk, not without a clue.  I like my bets better.

Well... on to rest, music, windwalking, and some other such.  Later or good night.