I’m still touching grass. I’m touching so much grass that it clogged up my trimmer.

My son, whose report card I just got and found out that he made honour role, just came out to find me to show me a beautiful French rolling pin he made on the lathe. I just had to add string to my trimmer so I thought I would check in on how your rage is going. I see it’s still going strong.

I hope that one day you can find real happiness like I have.