Swapped out the hunting vest for a tool belt

I don’t work as hard as I once did.

I’m trying to pace myself.

I’d like to hunt and fish until I finally tip over. I sure don’t want it to happen while I’m engaged in labor of any sort.

However, I’ve come to accept the fact that my demise probably won’t be at my choosing. To that end, I’m avoiding as much work as possible.

Which is easier said than done.

I’m in the middle of remodeling a 100-year-old building my wife and I use as an office. I thought the place was fine as is. It certainly fills the bill for the hour or so of writing I do each week, but Barb, who treats her writing like a real...