...then all at once.
That tends to be the way I get things done. I’ve hemmed and hawed over putting a woodstove in the apartment, coming up with excuses after excuses even though I had an extra wood stove in the barn, two, actually. What it took for me to get up off my butt was an extravagant propane bill. Screw that. There’s trees growin all over the dang place over here. They’re growing right up out of the ground for goodness sake. 

It was quick work done between other work. 

And that really is the trick of it these days, work between the work. It’s all work. Writing the novel, solidarity, Robinia, the apartment, the bench, walking Archie. There’re no breaks for boredome in there anymore. Even in the once holy evening where I could dink around on the internet and play games, mostly I write my blog. After this I’ll be making the digital files of an icon for Robinia’s baptism, I guess I’ve got to bring it to church on Sunday for it to be blessed before hand. 

Busy busy busy. 
But hey, how do you devour a whale?
One bite at a time. 

Francis Underwood said that.
What a deliciously well written character, but that’s for another time. 

It’s Valentine’s day, and today we didn’t do a lot romantic, mostly we worked. We worked and we accomplished more with more smiles on our faces than we could have mustered even a year or two ago. I think that’s a damn fine achievement for Abby and me. Used to be we’d get grumpy over hanging a picture. Today we installed a wood stove, I think we were both responsible for the same amount of work and none of it was simple. But we did it and we did it well.
I’m proud of the work but I’m prouder of how we did it.
I can’t think of many nicer lessons on a Valentines day. 

We’ll go out to dinner some time this week, and that’ll be nice.