back to reality

I'm in Truck House again. I'm standing up, leaning both forearms on what will be the bunk area over the cab. I'm staring blankly at the studs and insulation, wondering how I'm going to go about putting up the OSB sheets of wood that I'm using for the walls. It looks like a complicated mess. I'm throwing it together. I'm expecting that it will look slightly haphazard yet cozy when all is said and done. My watch beeps, and I come back to reality, committing the moment to memory.