As fire season draws down, clean up isn’t an absolute exercise in futility. At the tail end of fire season I’ll be building a riser for the stove system, and figuring out if I can incorporate an oven somewhere in the mix.
Utilizing some herbs I bought (way too long ago but we aren’t teasing that out) for tinctures.
Gray and wet day, hopped in the 99* tub after lunch, punched it up to 102* for the bedtime soak I don’t know how accurate the temp gauge is, don’t care. Going by feel, I don’t soak for math, I soak for feel.
It’s been undeniably grounding, sleeping like a log and working on catching up on some tightness that’s creeping up on me. Ain’t havin’ the later, it’s work, even beginning to feel arduous and like an uphill battle, but not going up there to die on that hill.
I’m intentionally blissfully ignorant of the tub’s electricity use, just going to savor the onset, reminder of its glorious influence. I’ll recalibrate should that be necessary….
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