I didn’t end up writing the blog this morning, I’m writing it now, and it’s nighttime right now. At least it’s dark. It’s 5:57, which is increasingly late for us. Roby insists we go up around 6:30 or 7:00. Which is just fine, it feels like a sleepover up there. 

I didn’t write it today because Abby and I went to the grocery store with Roby for the first time. It’s a thing we love immensely, and it was nice to do it with her. 

With any great change there’s an element of grief in mourning what you’re departing. One of the things we left behind with Roby, or so we thought, was spontaneous trips to the coop, or spontaneous trips to anywhere. We planned on going today, yesterday, so it wasn’t exactly spontaneous, but it promises the potential for spontaneity, and that’s enough to be nice. 


I tend to get monomaniacally obsessed with things. Right now that’s my office. I have work a week from tomorrow, and I’d really like to have something approaching a nice zoom background ready for that. Nice zoom backgrounds are the new suits, the new sports cars, the new business cards. I do feel a bit funny toiling away in my woodshop in a boiler and a respirator, sanding away at my office tabletops like I’m reforging Andúril.

It makes the work seem very serious. I’ve got to build this beautiful place not in order to change the fate of men or battle the forces of evil, but to write some fun taglines, or come with a cute name or two.