Some days, everything goes according to plan. The dovetails marry together nicely, the plane smooths out the last of the machine marks the mill left with nary a trace of tearout. Isn’t this a great job, where the work does itself?
Some days it seems like you’re behind from the start. The rim of your mortice splinters and you have to patch it. Gnarled patches of tearout requires ceaseless scraping that burns your hands from the friction. But you persevere. Some work got done.
And then some days you end up getting not a whole lot done because you had to repack the hub bearings in your cycle.