I got more maps

Than I got sunshine….

Motorcycle cabin fever, BIG-TIME

I’m scheming, planning, pondering, I’d like to add preparing, but the anchor is real. The stove is cool and I’m ripping it open.

Not upgrading the firebox, just looking for smoother better draft flow. I’ll stop (blogging) here and don my sooty garments, start with the flu upgrade. Hoping to warm dinner on the stovetop by dark.

This step elicits a fair amount of anxiety. It’s just a matter of managing it, overcoming it, diving in gently (is that an oxymoron? I guess diving in slowly would be because one doesn’t control gravity, but I have some control of the course that force takes me…)

Charge!!!…