Another week of mind numbing existence in the books, as well as another week’s worth of woodsy miles. And I have nothing to say.
Actually, I could talk at length about my upcoming colonoscopy on Tuesday and how I plan to live-stream Monday’s “prep” work direct from our master bathroom. Or how I have a bet with Wifey that Doctor Assman finds my long lost Lando Calrissian action figure that I think I may have accidentally “sat on” in 2nd grade. Which, based on what I put a plumbing system through 3 to 9 times a day, would be the least of my worries.
I jest about Lando, of course. This is just something old people do and is the first step in Doctor Bob’s summer plan to get to the bottom of a stomach issue I have that is most likely my gallbladder in need of removal and thrown against a wall like a bile-filled octopus.
I will, of course, save you from all that. I do have some photos I’ve taken over the past week, and they look better here than on IG, so that’s something. Not much, but something.
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Later.