Drained

Feeling like the young Robinson Crusoe drinking some kind of gunpowder mix and crawling into the back of the cave to curl up and await results while the storm rages both outside and within. I hope to lose consciousness and let some sleep intervene. I think it is just the influence of exposure to our nearest star, but tomorrow will tell.
Out chainsawing in the rain splattering about from the approaching typhoon earlier in the day, which may not have helped matters. I wanted to get a start on another beam structure and that meant getting the log into some kind of workable condition to haul into the shop where it is now taking shape nicely. Anyway, I hope to be able to pick up a pencil again tomorrow.