Semi-Daily Scribbles

Len wasn't happy unless he had multiple projects going. Jumping from one creative outlet to the next suited him since he had many interests and a restless disposition. Never bored, though. He just liked keeping things interesting. Woodwork was his favorite; or rather, it was a skill that came easily. The craft felt natural to Len ever since he was a boy. There was pleasure and great pride in sawing and turning and planing something he could plant his keister on, although Len couldn't sit still for five minutes. Len believed the key to longevity was to stay on his feet more hours than he spent on his backside. He was equally enamored of his clean-up routine: sharpen and put up tools, vacuum the shop, wash out brushes, wipe down benches. Len enjoyed the quickened pulse that came from physical exertion. He also liked the warm blanket feel his brain got when he worked with wood. The work quieted his buzzing head. It's why he liked the keening grind of saw blades. The sound drowned out the howls he heard at all hours of the night.