"How important is [Strikes] lending product? We enable people to never have to sell Bitcoin ever again. People only sell Bitcoin, in my opinion, because they have to not because they want to. If you don't have to, why would you?" - Jack Mallers @ 54 to 58 min. https://www.youtube.com/live/9YgaLHZdKz8?si=sPBf38hGe6a5gLtD

Good morning from the front of 166. The first day of six days off. It feels like a near two year postal tour of duty has come to an end. We have nothing big planned the next six days. It will be time to rest, recuperate, and recalibrate. Looking forward to Annie to awaken so we can have a cup of coffee together and talk about anything and everything. This happened much more when we both worked part time, when life was more leisurely. I miss it. Life shrinks without leisure, suffering happens. I know this well. Not today though. I've seen and heard nuthatches this morning. The chickens cleaning up under the bird feeder even looked like they belong. Looking forward to the next 6 days. I hope you have a great day! 3.18.25

A reflection on sitting in front of the fire. Somewhere back there 17 years ago or so we decided to heat our house with wood only. Somewhere back there when Dad walked on I started to take pictures of the morning fire and write. A ritual came into being. Right now, if I was to pin this ritual to a lofty thought, it would be this one by Aldo Leopold: "There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace." When I logged trees turned into numbers, cords to cash. I was a kid saving money for my future. Making my way in the world. Everybody was happy for me except me. I never said thank you to those trees for what they gave me. In front of this fire I don't have to say thank you. The process grants grace. For that miracle I am thankful. 🙏 Fire 164 3.16.25

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what is there to give. No dead person grieves for his death. He mourns only what he didn't do. Why did I wait? Why did I not . . . ? Why did Ineglect to . . . ? I cannot think of better advice to send. I hope you like it. May you stay in your infinity. Peace. ~ Rumi

5:50 AM. First coffee, quiet, fire. Then off to the mail trail. Hope you have a great weekend! Fire 163 3.15.25