Winter, simple pleasures, and the good residue from past hoarding

Here I am in the one room shack atop my garage doing what I love best. The wood stove is supplying a surplus of warmth, my turntable spins an old record, and seven inches of new snow glistens on the other side of my window. The temperature outside is about ten degrees, and an invigorating … More Winter, simple pleasures, and the good residue from past hoarding