It’s a real privilege to be self-employed. It’s tough, it’s real, it’s rewarding in ways one never expects. Like touching grass on the daily (sometimes long, itchy grass with beggar lice, and bee stings, but I digress). The unbridled joys of ditching godforsaken hosiery, fingernail polish, makeup, changing out handbags to match shoes, dressing for a code I loathe and working towards a career I detest, cannot be enumerated. All that ephemeral nonsense drags one down or under. It’s lovely to have #TheNostr to enhance the truth of reality and freedom, instead of the soul-sucking Fakebook, Xitter, or other hellscapes of social inertia. I appreciate y’all. That’s all.