The weekend was one that I anxiously await to completely forget due to the amount that it sucked and the horrible mood that I was in that seemingly dragged any and everybody in my path down into the depressive muck that I wallow in on a daily basis. Welcome, I’ve been expecting you.

On top of a shit weekend, I had a bunch of stuff to do on Monday, including a dentist appointment, which is now a 40-minute drive each way for us due to no dentists in town accepting Wifey’s insurance any longer (well done, America).

Additionally, I found myself skipping a hike to firmly ensconce myself in the Bed of Torment for a couple of hours for the first time in ages, wondering how many more fucking days I have left to endure on this dumpster fire of a planet.

But hey, that was the weekend, and Monday, it’s Tuesday now, so let’s move on. Now all I have to be pissed off about is how much I hate the way this blog looks, but since my days of writing this dross are nearing their end, I’m not buying a new WordPress theme to work with, so, fuck it. I will also be deleting some early years and months due to finally running out of memory in my database after 12 years. Again, fuck it.

I got out early Tuesday morning for a 5.25 lumber. It felt good to blow the stink off of my rotting brain and spend some time in the woods.

I saw a couple of deer hiding in the woods that I was able to get shots of, along with an on-trail mushroom, and a photogenic chipmunk that appears to be smiling for the camera. Thanks, Chippy!

More importantly, my shitty weekend mood seems to have lifted, and I’m now embracing the week like the bearded lady in the circus with a fresh razor and a Tinder date.

Later.