I’ve been waking early lately, sometimes with dreams. I made use out of it to get up and do some chainsaw work in the yard. I cut wood, as well as slabbed out the log that’s been lying in the yard for a week now. I cut a slab off each side to make a timber and then dropped it with the others in the workshop. That makes six timbers I can cut up once I have a bandsaw mill. I should make building one a prority next spring, depending on what I do then. I might do a road trip in June next year, for it’s been a while and that is the buggiest month. We’ll have to see. I guess that would mean no garden.
The garden this year is the occasional few green beans, beet greens from plants that stay tiny, lettuce, a few small peas, and zucchini. I can’t report on the potatoes, for I haven’t dug them yet.
I uploaded the latest writing while I was eating breakfast, which means the Not Quite Dark novel is done. That is merely a first draft, however, and lots of labour remains to make it a final work. That means I don’t have a writing project for this evening, which hasn’t happened in a while. I guess I have to do more editing on Naked in the Road to make up for it.
It’s very still tonight and when I went out the young rabbit was hopping around in the woods. The flashlight doesn’t seem to bother her at all, and she, or he, came right up to me.
