Furnace Yoga and the Year of “Yes.”

I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave. 

The Business of Comfort

I am writing from something that you would more likely expect to see in the control center at SpaceX than in the sticks of central Virginia.  This newly built office getup, in which I now live, has more controls and options and comfort than I even knew was possible.  What?  I shouldn’t be finishing my … Continue reading The Business of Comfort