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It’s Saturday, November 8, 2025.
At this point, I’ve had that stent in my eye for a month and a day. If you’re looking for additional context around the stent, don’t worry about it. A post which discusses its presence in my tear duct is in the works.
The Everything bagel has already been lovingly slathered and consumed.
On board today, we have a trip to the dog park, the gun range, and then the gun show (the gym). Afterward, I need to put some pizzas together using the assorted chicken parts I threw on the grill the other day.
Before I start, I just wanted to take this opportunity to remind you that my new book is out there for consumption.
Artificial Monsters may masquerade as a COVID essay collection, but at heart, it’s a devotional to Everything bagels and the four-legged chaos agents who co-authored my sanity.
