I’m temporarily engaged in manual labor. It’s an interesting return. My delicate fingers are getting filthy with soil.
Maybe they aren’t quite so delicate, after all. But I have been getting some nice landscaping done, even as the freezing winds of Granada Hills blow straight up the back of my shirt and make me think of Admiral Byrd.
Not that I miss this, but every once in a while, it’s good to do something physical for your money. I expect my karmic bank account to increase a bit for this, if it exists.
