The past days have been filled with physical work such that my brain has a hard time functioning once the evening comes. It's good, meditative, rewarding work. But also boring to discuss. Shoveling, hauling, lifting, re-doing, endless. The list of to do's ended yesterday with the window trim. Make the whitewash, add an intuitive amount of blue pigment, do not be deceived by its vibrancy, paint carefully with long strokes, restore things to their brightest most glorious state. In the end, incredibly satisfying. Solitary and with precision but not thought, not to mention my favorite color.