

If I woke up to discover that all of DC was a smoldering crater and those countries all offered us protected refugee status under Canada’s leadership, the strangest part would be living through world-changing history and having a GOOD feeling about it for once.
I might have to do this.
I have been building stuff outside with treated lumber this spring, but working on some furniture would mean smaller projects with more attention to quality and detail.
Sounds zen as fuck!