I love being in the woods and not knowing wtf is going on in the stock market

Feels important to have things to look forward to. Like strawberry season at next door beloved farm Upinngil. The snap-pop of the berry coming off the stem, the sweet juice dribbling down your chin, the joy of bringing an overflowing bountiful box home for freezing. 🍓🍓

Breathing into this as much as possible these days. Otherwise…

Since when did being POTUS-elect bring about the same nonsensical, self-serving rule-making bullshit as being the server in a game of Four Square in my neighborhood in 1975? Like WTAF. This shit used to drive me crazy back then too.

My thoughts exactly, Barn.