I was on the computer for msot of the day, I’ve had a headache for hours. I did loads of work, and I made an etsy shop, which is work, too. I don’t know if it’ll work. I hope it does. It’d be nice to spend more of my time in the woodshop, applying goldleaf, and driving to the post office. That’d be nice. To make things that people like. I ought to make more crosses, necklaces out of ebony and big ones out of cherry. A man on the trail already said he’d buy one if I made it, he wants it about 6” tall, I’ll probably make it eight, that’d be nicer. Or maybe nine, the one I made for myself in college is nine. It’s made of about sixty dollars worth of Ebony, I won’t be doing that again, unless someone wants me to and will pay for it, then I’ll do it. 

I’ll do lots of things if someone will pay me for it, apparently. This is related to notions from last nights blog, I’d like to feel less leverage on my spirit and my body to do things for money. If that’s possible. America is a place pretty explicitly about doing that, and being loved or promoted or lauded for your capacity to do. 

I’m going to take more breaks tomorrow.
It’ll make me more efficient, and I think it’ll ruin my mood less. And I’ve never cared more about being in a good mood than I do now. Roby deserves a dad in a good mood. That’s literally the most important thing there is, as far as I’m concerned.