Yesterday morning was spent stripping parts from Rosie and cleaning up the garage. I had to do this in short bursts because the garage isn’t insulated and it gets cold in there. Plus, I’ve been dealing with a secondary sinus infection bequeathed to me after the passing of a cold. The thing is that I’ve been making steady progress on a long-term goal.
Piece together a topo map of the whole Colorado Trail and hang it up on the wall, write a couple of thousand words on DISTANCE; this has been the pattern. Apparently, I need to get things done to write. I describe this to myself as a function of obsession. Clear the board before you start marking it up with mental notes.
Today Justin picks up his new fat-bike. He’s pretty excited, I am too. More time cleaning, more time writing. Soon this will be done.