It rained for four days, which isn't fun in an unfinished cabin. I shouldn't complain. I had a friend visiting, who stayed in a tent.
Four days of rain and mud, holed up in an unfinished cabin or down at a bar. So I suppose it could have been worse. But then it quit, threatened again but never did, and the trees started to make their roar, the air dried out (no hope for the ground this week), and my neighbor came out to check on the far end of his farm.
Beautiful evening, and a good reminder of why I'm here.
