Finding a discarded muffler along the road on the morning run made me happier than I ever thought a discarded muffler along the road could make me. Of course I picked it up and carried it home to Metalshack for repurposes TBD; I also learned that running whilst carrying a discarded muffler is… interesting.

***+ / *****

new fence!

****+ / *****

From here on out, I'm letting myself take the same approach to writing that I've taken to metalwork and painting and comics: if something comes, it comes, but I won't force it or feel guilty for its absence. No more artificial deadlines masquerading as excuses to feel like shit.

sunday planter experiment

From old jack stands.