Some days I don't know why I bother to get out of bed. It seems obvious that my day will be spent, much like Sisyphus, struggling uphill with a metaphorical bolder (which is just as burdensome as a literal one) only to have it roll down again. Do you ever feel like you are struggling uphill, and what adds insult to exasperation, is that commonsense appears to ironically scarce?
Having [hopefully] sold our house, we now have four months in which to get these problems solved. If not the build will need to be postponed further. Sadly, I fear the latter may be the most likely situation.
Still, one tries to remain cheerful. At least the gardens are coming along nicely and the animals don't seem to give a tinker's. My task for this week is to install the irrigation system in the potager garden (update to follow), and to build a farrowing pen for our sows, all three of which appear to be well gravid.