There Is No Spoon
I’m out for my nightly walk, and the last thing I need is a creepy little bald training monk jumping out of the bushes at me. I know he’s around here somewhere.
Do Less. Live More.
Having spent his entire life feeling like an outsider, Richard has recently stopped trying to fit in and accepted that he is in fact an interloper in almost every situation in which he finds himself. To the average suburbanite, his habits bemuse, his interests bore, and his opinions repel. But you can read all about it here and decide for yourself.
I finished building the workbench today, but the hard part is yet to come.
This interminable garage makeover might actually end one day.
If Bonnie had a giant dinosaur, she would dress him for seasons, holidays and occasions, too.