Day 18

Woke up and knew it was a bad day for work, could not get into BP, so in frustration stayed home and cut hay.  That's right, hay.  By hand.  With an old-fashioned scythe - the kind "Old Man Time" carries over his shoulders.  It is oddly relaxing to swing that thing through the thigh-high grass and watch it fall over in pages.   I have a patch of hay meadow the size of a big front lawn.  I will try to make a haystack this year.  This is my own weird little historical farming research project slash relaxation exercise.

I wondered at the end of the day if you need to engineer a mini failure to grab onto success.  If the failure is not too dramatic, maybe it can help set you up for a successful run the next chance you get.  Day 18 did not count for much... but maybe it set up the future by cancelling itself out.