Only one game of thread chicken and no major catastrophes. Smaller two are down to the suckers. Echo stitching
Year: 2025
Smallest bit is done, middle bit is started, perspective is overloaded. Time to step back and remember nobody else
OK, this obstruction is making me guano. Flush the system — what am I most afraid of fucking up?
So much for the angry parnsip not getting weirder. Leaving the bottom to dry — top branches and sanding
Another Yule passed and none of our homes flooded; given the year, taking the win. Often when you think
Holiday proximity is overloading focus. Lotta snow dumped on the Cascades, but at least stationary water doesn’t flush dumpsters
One week and already jonesing for the needle. As glad as I am to have the mess desk rolling
There is a distinct possibility I did not think this through enough. Not saying I miss my power tools,
Cause clearly what this situation needed was fucking hail. Fantastic. Skipped adding paint to the mix yesterday. Between that
May have gotten crazy with the cheese whiz. Rather than shred wadding, decided to use shavings from the pencil