One of those days – probably due for one actually, but damn it's been one of those days. Spent all too much time staring at the screen with the Projects splayed across it, kanbans and canvi etc etc, thinking of the right words and failing and then trying to add another extension to my improvised solar panel snow-clearing device and succeeding until I found it still wasn't long enough to make me not have to climb up on a ladder in 40mph freezing wind gusts and wondering, like that one clip from that one SEINFELD episode that's shown up in my Insta feed of late, "What am I doing?" What's the point? Freezing my extremities off (though it's rather cozy in there until it isn't so, to rectify, I step outside and recalibrate my temperature before stepping back in for another 30 minutes of warmth appreciation) in a shed, The Shed, for things that will fall into the obscurity of the internet of people talking at each other, but then I decide that the only point at this point is "fuck it, might as well" because if there's one thing I do know it's that there's no guarantee of anything except none of us getting out alive so there, I've found, after a quarter of a century of doing this to myself, my "creative principle": Fuck it, might as well.