I am at the end of my patience.
I'm building a geodesic dome.
Just a quiet day by the Bighorn River.
I have officially begun renovations on the RV.
Even by full-time RV living standards, my travel trailer is considered tiny.
Eventually, I even had water in my bed.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't sometimes wish I had more storage.
I'm not a dreamer; I'm a doer. I obsess over my goals with intention.
My intense hatred for laundromats did not happen overnight. It was several months and three states in the making.
That was the depressing start of my 2020 — before the pandemic even hit.