Evidence of A Good Afternoon

It was a gloomy day outside, solid overcast for seemingly the umpteenth day in a row and enhanced by fog so thick I could hardly see from the cabin to the barn or vice versa, and the air was imparting a chill to the bone as I headed up the hill.

Once inside the shop I was working hard enough that I was peeling layers to keep from overheating.  The evidence on the floor speaks for itself as to the afternoon’s productivity.  Any day I get to wield my monster slick is a good day.

More on the project later.