I continue to be shocked by unemployment. I used to dabble in minimalism, but changing finances have forced me to go pro. I thought it would be traumatic but things change when ya get old. I don't want things the way I did when I was a kid. And I sure as hell am much more appreciative of what I have.
I pooped in the comments over at TB's with a big long sanctimonious speech about the consumerist rat race, and honour was satisfied and my virtue was signalled.
Then my wife sent me this:
Hmmmm. Maybe I can convince rich guys like M or Phil to put one in the shop,
and then drop by to test it out!
Maybe I can borrow some tools while I'm there too!
HAR HAR HAR!!!!