Life’s unfair. Read that title again, while I explain.
So, on Sunday I spent a fair amount of time not writing. Not editing. Not outlining. Not doing much of anything. I spent a lot of that time digging around woodworking videos.
Time was, I made furniture in a tiny garage shop I shared with my loving wife’s minvan. I built custom furniture for our very strange pre-20th century house, which had no square walls, windows, doors or corners, and for which Ben Franklin was the original electrician.