attempts to unwind

Still at half mast, but feeling relatively serene.
It seems as though this tranquil sheep farm might be just what I needed. Hours of knitting, talking, tea, and evening candlelight. What little voice I have left is that of a man but it's hard to feel sorry for myself in this beautiful setting. Proper work will commence Monday and I'm admittedly experiencing some unavoidable anxiety about The Future (!), but I am still doing my very best to try to relish this wave of calm doing it's best to wash over me.