...wondered:

where the saturday had gone...

Sitting in the sun, tired from last nights ending at 01:30 for mounting wooden owls, still surrounded by more owls, cutting 600 circular owl badges, avoiding the foul odoured cellar and thinking on another way to glue the badges on the trees (means heavy carrying), cultivating phantasies of strangling someone and having Anti-Flag for anger management.

Carrying all to the church which invited our forests protection project and discovering that the priest completely enjoyed it carrying the owl trees through town. If I had only known that before carrying myself these trees last night.

Ended late again after decorating the church.

At least enjoyed the sun!