I thank you all for the kind words, but ’tis a finger. I shall prevail. Moving firewood is a bit slower and more cumbersome, as is hunting to type, but more notably, the new tenant, and my new house, had a glaring issue. Long story, but eight hours with a hammer, nail puller and a caulking gun, and the body lets you know when the index finger on your dominant hand does not perform. Your pulse, in these cases, can be a good reminder that some things simply might not be wise. But the tenant is happy, the problem is solved, and the evening is mine.
Yesterday was a lovely day overall. Ranch friends and neighbors dropped by, bringing high spirits not only of their own, but freshly mixed in mason jars.
A hike was planned, but homemade hand delivered apple pie liqueur? We can hike another time. It was a day of talking, laughter, warming by the fire, and sharing all our spirits.