I can’t believe how much I rely on venting my spleen on the blog. This blog. It’s like a respite for me, for sure, but also a habitual one. Like a coffee break. It’s a mental thing (in both senses of the word). And I seem to need it.

For the last few days I have been ‘off’ the blog except when I went to use Sal’s access. I kept thinking, “I’ll just re-load this, delete that, upgrade such and such and scan for other things. Should work.”. All to no avail. Hours of frustration. And it felt like I was letting people down.

It’s silly, of course. I am not disappointing anyone. I know that. A blog is just a blog. But a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh and well, who knows what kind of movie this may turn into, eh? Casablanca 2? Two Flew Into the Cuckoo’s Nest? Diary of a Mad Handyman? Oceans Two?

Anyway, I am back. Reloaded an old version of Firefox and things fell back into place.

Today was a town day. Shopped and schlepped a few hundred pounds up and down slippery slopes, packed it all into the ever-shrinking Pathfinder and raced for the ferry at the end of the day as if we had an appointment or something. Inventing stress.

Everything is pretty do-able, really. It is that last 150 feet of stairs, barnacles, seaweed and gravity that is the hard part (I am sooooooooooo far behind on my lower funicular and everything will be fine once that is in).

Yesterday we got logs. Yep. That’d be more logs to those of you who have been keeping up. We found two big ol’ firs along the beach and we peaveyed them into the water after I had cut them into manageable lengths. We then slowly towed the seven pieces back to the lagoon. Took an hour of towing to go one long mile (with the current is a short mile. We were running against it). We’ll easily finish up the wood rows with that and have a couple of bits left over. Our shed runneth over. A full woodshed is truly like ‘money in the bank’.

There’s more. But it’ll wait. Good to be back.