If I enjoy learning, this totally counts as relaxing.
A rare picture of (part of) the technologist and brewer at rest.
Building and tending a fire still counts as productive. So I tell my lizard brain to shush it so I can relax before I actually have to do something, make pizza for the family.
I thought I might bake this afternoon. Decided to change my plans.
A humble goal for my day achieved, making a fire. The work of tending was just as much of the enjoyment as the light and the warmth.
I feel like the whole house is a bit warmer, not only the family room, when a roaring fire has been burning for a while. Like the house is working that much better at keeping us safe and warm.
I feel something primal when tending a fire. Instinctive, as in I don’t clearly recall anyone deliberately teaching me how to do it.
Feeling a little house proud, not something I am accustomed to. Finished a modest refurb of our downstairs and enjoying the first fire in our hearth in years. Sipping on an old ale from three years ago feels about right
One of my more secret coping tools. No, it isn’t that; too early in the day, even today, for that. I am fortunate that CBD has a drastic positive effect on me.
Even though the weather is cold, the sky is clear and the sun is bright. Spending some time with Andrea and the pups while my lunch is in the Instant Pot.