May 26
7 min read
On Gratitude for a Boring Life
One weird Monday reminded me that a boring life might be the best life.
On Monday, my dog Fish jumped out a second story window. We were hanging out in the studio above my mother’s garage, and apparently he saw a bird that needed murdering, so off he went. Technically, he jumped over a wall and through a Spanish-style arch on the patio outside the studio, but the…
