Someday I’ll have a rustic cabin in the woods. I’ll write and drink homemade mead and have back porch concerts for the local wildlife. I’ll live on nut and wild berries and fresh made bread and imported cheese. (Can’t be 100% self sufficient). I’ll keep my gear in a white cedar chest and wash my unmentionables in a nearby creek. Every Wednesday I’ll take a drive to pick up provisions… and new comics. I’ll take up nude painting. Not the painting of nudes, but rather painting while nude. I’ll have lots of privacy, right?

Actually, I think I’ll skip the nude painting bit. There are lots of bugs in the woods.