Pros and cons

Into the tedium of cost-benefiting myself towards comfortable amorality.

The work it takes to say it's okay to keep doing whatever it is that I'm doing today.

Into it. Do it. Right? Very heavily into it. 

Well, the trade-off is such and such, and with a child and all and suddenly it's 10,000 paper towels later and there's always someone to tell you how much water it takes to make cloth.

It's a lot of work, one way or another, but you hit a rhythm with it to get into it and then you're off.

It's fun just rattling around this medium-large head with a brain in it used exclusively for circular fretting leading back to the best we can do for now is, miraculously, what we're already doing. 

So we do it! Right? So into doing it, living it, barely living it, searching it, thinking it, thinking "well it would be worse to" and then valuing thriftiness as a virtue which, maybe doesn't help. 

But I'm into it.