Gas mask on. Hand goes back and forth, up and down. For five hours I condition then seal the wood in the upstairs door frames of the farmhouse. (Tomorrow I’ll do the doors.)
Late, as the afternoon light begins to fade, my daughter shows up and suggests a walk. Yes, gladly. Even a gas mask doesn’t fully protect against the odor.
Outside? Gorgeous day! Just about a mile south of the farmhouse, we cross lands that belong to the Nature Conservancy. Thoughts of door frames and moving fade. The day is too lovely. The sun -- ridiculously warm.