I’ve got a pretty good colon man. The story is, he started out on horse’s asses, got better, and moved up to people.
He’s pretty funny, too. Last time I got a colonoscopy, right after I came out of the anesthesia, he said to me, “I know you love these, but you weren’t due for another two years.”
Ok, those are my jokes. One’s made up, one’s real. I passed the probing with flying colors, had a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich on sourdough and Fritos for my “first meal,” and a Quesadilla Loca and a stuffed chili poblano pepper for my second. Onward, but no longer outward and inward!
I had a great nap (with cat satellites and Jimi Hendrix in my headphones) in the afternoon, then later did the unthinkable (for me) and slept almost 10 hours. I used to hate having to sleep but the world and my tree rings are winning that argument.
Streaming for Survivors:
Live Surf music.
The Overeem Farewell Tour: Dispatches from the Public School Trenches 