A Sound Mind

A miserable day. The rains returned with a vengeance. The air is suffocating and stagnant. She won't be at the park. I must bide my time. Perhaps spend some time in my workshop, reacquaint myself with my tools. They've been neglected for far too long. Ignored by my day to day grind with the cattle, becoming dull and dormant. It will feel good to hold their steely weight in my hands again.