Of These I’m Quite Certain
Over the last 1,563 days observing stay-at-home restrictions, I’ve worn a path in the floor pacing from the home office, where I now make a living, to the garage, where I alternate between tinkering with projects and shouting obscenities at them. (They deserve it and it doesn’t faze them one bit.)
To spice things up on the weekends, I go to the transfer station and talk
