I'm at the farm, waiting for the chickens to finish eating bugs and roost.
I can't figure out the remotes here so I can't watch TV/cable.
I've eaten the fresh blackberries, had a beer (need to drive home so cutting self off at one beer)...
Today was strange. Felt great on the bike until India point park, then I was dead, couldn't pedal. Carried over to building bikes. I got the ones done I needed to, but barely made a dent in the rest. So slow... Headed home. Traffic jam at reggae fest, ugh, people.
Helped some guy with a new trek FX something, dragging brake misaligned front wheel, who ever built his new bike is an asshole, fucking JANK. So sad. But he's rolling better, not as better off if I'd had a stand and some tools. But hey help.
The ride in there was a monster pile of oak. It's gone. Just honey locust left. But hey I'm so much better off because of the storm, I have to remind myself not get bent out of shape over missing anything. Sure I could double my oak cache, but I still have a remarkable amount and that's pretty amazing and awesome.
Not easy to turn it around and be grateful. Too many times being hopeful and getting destroyed.
Life's crazy.
Maybe the chickens are ready to tuck in now.
Heddwch
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