John Smith and his dad are working on building a [hopefully safe] pit in the garage so that his dad can fix cars with greater ease. I’m hoping in the process of chipping away concrete and digging today they manage to find an antique grand piano or maybe a nugget of gold so that we can pay our way through life. Even a box of money would be pretty cool. I’m not picky.
Yesterday was all about sweating buckets and seeking out fonts and reducing the file sizes of PDFs and constructive frustration and eventually playing around with Publisher because it’s fun. Today is about buying some yogurt and berries for the third time this week because that shit is NICE.