The Sabbath (goyim version) is a great day for wood splitting. Yeah. I'm still at it. Putting up my winter heat in November instead of May. What's to say? I'd rather play in May than put wood away. (Go ahead, read it again. Oy vey.)
Came in the house long enough to take the chill off. Make a half pot of coffee, make myself feel a little better through blogging(?)
Had planned to wax eloquent about the zen-like virtues of wood splitting until I realised that a true "zen state" should be avoided while doing what I'm doing- if you desire to retain the originally specified base-ten digit configuration.
Some concentration may be required...
Perhaps Persig's road-trip book was still on my mind. Forgot to call my boy on his birthday so that we could both pretend to have taken that motorcycle ride that never happened.
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