From here on out, I’m calling my face mask my muzzle. 😷

I mean that’s what one of my idols, the North Idaho off-grid III% hog farmer who burns their own trash calls them. I kind of like the term and I hate wearing my muzzle so I’m anti-social and spend my time in the woods where I’m not around others. If you’re not afraid of fermented grain or pig shit, you are after all my hero.