KW-48 The reverse washing machine project.

with apologies for the unhappy doomerism at the end

There has only really been one job at the barracks this week, and that was to get as much wood into the shed as possible before it all got snowed on.

aforealludedto snow

I did pretty well, and it was fun.

But I should really start with a quick word on last week’s non-newsletter.

Sometimes, it’s hard to get one out every week, and keep the standard if not high then at least at a level that I am ok with publishing. Sometimes, the words just don’t flow. Sometimes, they won’t even come out when forced. So I go to my photos, and look back on the images that I had taken in that week to aide the mémoire and see what sentences come out when I gather them up. Now, the only reason I take photos during the week is so that I can send them out every Monday morning, but it turned out that the week before last, I didn’t take a single one.

I think I was especially disengaged with my physical existence, even by my disembodied standards. I can’t imagine that I did nothing all week, but I have no idea …