Wet and Wild

I’ve been making good progress on my current project. It’s extremely physical work. The excavator is parked on the other side of the house, blocked by the septic field. So it’s been days and days of digging with a shovel and carrying the spoils back up the hill in five-gallon buckets. Dragging flagstones down to the fire pit one at a time on a dolly. Carrying wallstones in by hand. Moving boulders inch by inch with chains and come-alongs.

I’ve been at it for three weeks. I want to keep the momentum going, but not badly enough to work through yesterday’s May Nor’easter.

I took a rain day.

If you accept it, if you don’t fight it, a rain day can be a glorious thing.

Yes, I lost a day of progress. And a day of income. But I gained a day of rest for my body. A day of coffee, stretching, and a slow breakfast. A day of writing. A day of estimates, emails, scheduling, and stone sourcing that will lead to more income down the road.

A rain day, well spent.