Note 01 — September 22, 2026

Looking forward to a lazy weekend.

The first four pages of The Shape Of My Son are up on the site now.

Praying to the ghost of Harry Caray is not yielding much in the way of positive results.

Rushing through pages tonight and my hand is killing me.

Mondays before the end of the month feel overwhelming.

RIP Benjamin Satterley AKA PAC. Watched his last match Saturday night.

Had a hard time not nodding off in the MRI machine this dark and stormy morning.

Oh look, another grey morning.

Since I injured my right foot and can't walk and/or drive, I'm feeling very cooped up. Feel like it's 2020 all over again.

Opened the windows up for the first time in months now that it's cooling off.