Breathing in clouds of spores is not the way to have a nice day. My head hurts and sinuses swell, but what the hell, the thing needs cleaning. Next time I’ll wrap a handkerchief over my face. A surgical mask is best for that task, but I’ll use what’s available.

The weight of work awaiting doing in this finite span of time hangs around my neck, anvil-like, but only when I ‘think about the future, Jack.’ Don’t think about the future! Root here in the now, while somehow maintaining awareness of what needs doing when it’s time to do it.

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