I spent today playing at being a Lumberjack (the smell of fresh cut timber, the crash of mighty trees...)
I was part of the crew at Northwoods Camp getting the place ready for the kids who will fill the place all summer.
At days end I was covered in bark, and dirt, and pine sap. I smelled like sawdust, fresh cut pine, motor oil, and sweat. But it was a good day. A great day.
After showering and visiting with the family back at home, I checked my email and found a rejection letter from a magazine to which I had submitted a poem. They were not interested at this time.