My head was pretty messed up the whole day. It's like being draped under a wet blanket of tangible stress. I was melancholic. And loving it.Riding has always provided me with a means of escape from my everyday train of thoughts. Tonight I brought home a guest with a minor nostril issue. Cicero's prized steed. Doodling with metal, particularly welding, was also a welcome treat. There was a clean break from the previous weld, right down the middle of the puddle itself. It looked pretty nasty but there was the challenge staring at me in the face. After I donned my armor it took a short but sweet while to sew the brace back on.


The night is long and dragging - and peaceful. Something to be thankful for despite all the chaos in my head.