I go between hardcore fretting I’m not going to have enough
to occupy my now unemployed self to being happily overwhelmed with a thousand
little things related to (free) work, writing work (pseudo-free), Co-op Brewery
work (also free) and family jazz (priceless).
Yeah. Happily. I’m best when I’m on the verge of a nervous
breakdown.
As long as I can sip a beer and work my ass off at the same
time, life is good.
THIS is what happens on my slow days.
Yes-those are my dining room chairs. And my son’s antique tiny wooden chairs. What
else do I do with band shirts we don’t wear anymore? Stay classy, folks. Stay
classy.
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