I don't really have anything to say today, sorry. I suppose I could theorize about how I haven't written hourly for the past week and am out of practice, but that's not quite the truth… It would be more accurate to say that I'm simply too tired with too much work that's undone to even consider other writings. But I wanted to share another photo of the sunset from the other night.
I think if I could remake myself, I would like to carve furniture out of found wood for a living, perhaps in a shack somewhere. As the world goes up in dust and zombies fight over its remnants, my only worry as I sit in the comfy chair would be figuring out how to make a good pair of moccasins.
There's a storm ahead, and the things that consume us are not preparing us for the storm.
With apologies to typealice for ripping off her tagline.
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