I know it's coming, the countless hours
Mid November and there is snow in the Alpine. The Race Skis are coming through the door rapidly. I anticipate some long days and long nights alone, Hand Tuning. Piles of filings will build up at either end of the bench and on the floor. I'll listen to Music for a while, then a few Podcasts, then back to music. I Start the morning with espresso , then peppermint tea, water, then back to espresso. I enjoy these simple pleasures throughout the day and into the evening. There is no need to leave, and I don't wish to. I have become accustom to this ritual of solitude. I am sufficiently entertained by a continuous flow of thoughts.