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Excerpt from the book:
Building a bed frame from scratch was simple enough once I got into the process. The logs took time to smooth into planes and then I split the new boards into the right sizes. While I lost myself in the work, I tried to ignore any thoughts about what else was happening inside the house. The project was my way of doing something productive, instead of fantasizing, and that’s what I stuck to doing.
First thing I did once the various planks were setup in their new pieces was to join them together to see if the whole thing would work. My crafting skill was useful as the bed did not rock, or make any extra sounds when I pushed against the newly crafted frame. Satisfied with this stage of the crafting, I started in on the next and began smoothing down the wood. The last thing I wanted to do was get a splinter or worse rolling over in the morning.
Grinning to myself as I worked, I got sweaty in the workshop after a while and then I went to roll up the new door. The front was a pulley system that moved slats of thin metal, which sat behind a wall that broke apart. With the way the front of the workshop folded and then lifted out of the way, a full wagon could easily come inside, unload, and then a second could pull in and start doing the same parked next to the first. I might eventually want a larger workshop, but that would have to wait until other things were taken care of by the three of us.
“Work,” I sang to myself, “More work to do. Just gotta push on through.” I rested against the bed frame and took a long drink from a waterskin, wondering if I should practice my cooking skills. Then thinking if I was going to, where I’d fit it into my schedule. I figured, even with myself and my clone helper making the bed, I should really get a team together on the pasture for the cows and coop for chickens. The pigs I would settle into a pen. I started casting my clone spell once again to create the teams that would do all the work.