I spent a lot of time milling wood today. After my planer broke I managed to work it out with a friend that I could use his, which meant loading up all my wood and hauling it thirty minutes to his shop. I’m not sure how long I was there, since we chatted a while on either end of my labor, and a bit when we changed out the bags of dust and what not. I listened to about five hours of my audiobook, finished it actually. Now I’m listening to the next one, it’s a two parter. There are more books set in this unvierse, but I’m fairly sure these are the only two worth my time. Then again, I recall quite fondly the other...half dozen I read a decade ago. 

Anyways tomorrow’ll be the real productive day because we’ll have all the wood all milled up and ready to go. I probably won’t be able to listen to as much audio book, the work’s less rote, and my father-in-law and Ih ave more to talk about than my buddy who went to college with me. That’s part of having kids, I guess. 

Anyways the baptism yesterday was good, my attitude after wasn’t, but I think we’ve got it diagnosed, and while I was milling Abby and Russ figured out how to get it greased and a bit more mobile, so that’s a real help, if it’s the brushes the way we think it is, then it’ll be better than it was once we replace them. 

That’d be nice. 

If it isn’t fixed, I’ll figure something out. Roby has got to grow up in a house full of custom woodworking, that’s a fact.