I spend most of my time in the house, where my shop is, hunched over the bench, worried about bumps or awkward curves in my carving, thinking this new batch of varnish really isn't the right color. Sometimes I'm practicing tunes, wondering if I'll ever learn how to play the fiddle.
It's nice to quit for the day, step outside, and see something that just is what it is. Knocks me down a gear or two, and that's a good thing.
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