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Each morning, I wake up not knowing how I'm going to feel about things. Will I feel like running my life on paper notebooks and index cards? Will I want to move to Linux? Will I sell all my film cameras? Do I want to live in the
a straightforward search for a life connected to the soil, for marriage as a sacrament, and family life
I'm still mad at Hugo, so I'm spending time in Opposite Land. Blogging with Ghost, that is. My old theme (Kyoto) was zipped up in an archive folder, so I dusted it off and will post over there until I'm bored with it: Coping
I spent 2 hours this morning trying to automate a task that takes me 30 seconds, once a day. I failed, so I'm giving up. This means that I've not only wasted all that time, but I don't even get the benefits of automation.