June 19, 2024

I don’t know if it’s the heat but I’ve been incredibly irritable lately. Working in a 100-year old building, without AC, and about 700 students running through it likely isn’t helping. The air feels like breathing through Parmesan flavoured cotton candy.

Everywhere I go, in all aspects of my life, I’m frustrated. I’m annoyed. I’m perturbed. Tonight at the workshop, I felt better only after pulling out my hand plane, sharpening the blade, and pushing it along the wood. The thin strips of Walnut were small reliefs from my agitation.

I had to be careful not to go too far with it, so as not to ruin my work.





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