What a tiresome old night it is to wake up at 3AM and find myself still awake half an hour before the alarm is set to go! Who wants this? So I try to distract with YouTube and videos about chainsaw sharpening theories, and political commentary. You would thing this would have put me right back to sleep! An hour from now I will be getting ready to drive the girls to the bus stop and send them off to school. I will then be heading down to work in the city for most of the day. How I would rather lay in bed with the computer open and writing a little story about the Will o’ the Wisp dancing across a marsh, and catching the eyes of two curious children who follow it a moment, then watch as a light sets aglow beneath the water and rises up to reveal a ghostly figure that invites them to the peat bog with a dulcet voice of their long dead mother… Well, you know. I would rather lay about and daydream all day. That’s what I mean. Or at least go to the marshes and observe and take notes for just such a thing.
I don’t experience tiredness the way I once did. I will no doubt get through the day. It use to really kill my head, but now it just seems to lower my energy levels some and make me more mellow. Ah, I mean, really, I’d take the day off if I thought I could afford it. I typically give myself Monday’s off. I figure I need one a week. But like yesterday, I took the day off, worked a bunch out in the Service Yard cleaning up and getting ready to finish the woodshed and process firewood for the year, but then I went down and worked for the evening. I am fed up. I love driving, don’t get me wrong. But I am pushing too hard and burning out. I want some real ‘me time.’ Maybe it is just transitioning from before to being a worker bee again. But it is getting to me, and it is getting to me that I have to go so much just to try to keep up, and not even to get ahead; ahead so I can take a day for me, proper.
It was a little progress in the yard yesterday. A big thing was proving that the chainsaw sharpener was worth the investment. I was able ot cut up some logs with an old chain that had gone dull on me, and I sharpened it good enough on a first try to get it operational again. It did a fine job getting through plenty of wood. I even tapped it into the dirt once on accident, and it still had enough edge to cut just fine. The sharp chains will make it easy to get the logs to rounds, and I can store the extras after I have got the wood pile up for the coming winter, and I have got the rack built and loaded for sales. I cut all the rounds yesterday to 16 inches. I say that. I never measured any. I just did it by eye, but I would put money on it. It was good to get some of that done, though.
Well, time is coming. I need to get the day going.