As I’m writing this blog post, I’m also exchanging email with Ben Walker. Ben lives in Canada, and he wants to know what I’m writing about. At the moment, I’m writing about you, Ben.
I just heard a strange sound—it sounded like a broken doorbell. What does a broken doorbell sound like? It sounds like silence.
I threw away a desk. Sometimes it feels good to throw things away. It’s a useful addiction that leads to an uncluttered house.
We’re moving soon, and does anyone remember what’s packed in which box? I should’ve written notes on the boxes with a magic marker. And I shouldn’t have packed the magic markers in the first box.