A Day of Splinters and Stubborn Trees

Well, mates, today was... an experience. Got it in my head to craft a simple wooden box. Just a box! Five tries. Five! I've got more splinters than a porcupine and a pile of firewood that vaguely mocks me.

Between failures, I thought a walk in Britain's north forest would clear my head. Couldn't even manage that. The path seemed to shift, or maybe my feet forgot how. Ended up just stomping back to the Sweet Dreams Inn, and I think the door laughed at me on the way in.

I'm calling it a night. The mead's on me. Anyone need kindling?