Note 02 — September 23, 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.

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

Starting to feel like fall. I enjoyed sipping coffee on the porch with my son this morning. We were waiting for his grandpa to pick him up for school. I can't drive with my foot injury.