Night on the pier. It was majestic.

Rainy day today. I've never understood why people are afraid of the rain. They'll hop in the shower no problem, but they run from rain like it's caustic. It's just water. It's kind of nice to get rained on.

Haven't posted in a while. I feel bad about that. I really am unsure just how much I should be sharing of my life, since this identity is strictly a "me IRL" feed to those interested, it's mostly going to be beach, family, bicycle stuff, gardening, and maybe, one day, I'll sell something I like to make. Not sure. Plants? Honey? I'd sell wine here if I could without going to jail, but I'm not trying to get licensed for commercial booze production so that is incredibly unlikely.

Living for yourself is spiritually vapid.

There is a firefly in my room.

Pretty sure I just tore my bicep. Ugh. Good with the bad.

So I just realized, lots of people I'd want to interact with won't see my posts or replies because Web of Trust. What does a new npub have to do to actually begin, you know, social networking?

The world from where I sit. This camera doesn't do the moon justice at night.