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       (Disease, pepperwood and rats)
       May 19, 2020
       
       I can't complain about my life, in the spectrum of possible human
       existence it's pretty great, but I will complain anyway. Last week was
       rough, I'm not sure what the deal was, but I had some sort of low grade
       illness happening. So I probably spent 3 out of the 5 days mostly staring
       at my monitor and spacing out, drinking tea, and getting paid in-full for
       it.
       
       I felt much better during the weekend, so I rallied to take on a couple of
       projects on the homestead. I cleaned out a rat infested shed. The two big
       brown menaces scurried frantically looking for a hiding place while I held
       a shovel at the ready to bludgeon them. Alas, I couldn't get a clear shot
       at either of them, so I setup some traps and took a very long shower. It's
       for the best, as much as I want a rat dead, I feel pretty conflicted after
       committing the violent act by hand.
       
       I also chipped branches from several California Bay trees I felled over
       the past few months. They kicked up a powerful dust that caused any
       exposed skin to itch. The dust managed to get past my mask and had my nose
       running. I smelled bay and smelled like bay for days after.
       
       All in all the week was miserable, but good.