After lunch, I sat and rested for over twenty minutes.
Then I took my homemade broom and went to sweep the path from the rocky shore to the wall I was building, to avoid the stones piercing my bare feet.
I really didn't like the feeling of being stabbed.
I now tell myself that the scorching sun is an environment I must get used to, so my mood is relatively calm.
However, my complexion must not look very good. Forcing myself to endure makes my face appear quite poor.
I swept for a total of forty minutes; I was indeed very patient.
Then I returned to my room to catch up on sleep. Isn't this weather unbearably hot?
No. In fact, the opposite was true; I slept quite well. When I woke, I felt I hadn't slept enough.
I first went to the shade and ate a few pieces of meat, drinking some cool water.
