Got a home-based haircut. My preference this time. Sometimes there’s nothing better than getting the thorough, great smelling wash/massage/cut as a treat, but not this time. Nah, all about comfort today. Just cut it, clean away the perpetual cradle cap that develops on surgical scars (the warrior within), and let me be done with a shower under my own power. Little things–gotta love em sometimes. Exciting reality, eh?!

I head down to try to get some kind of bearing on things tomorrow. I feel pretty normal at this moment. Enjoying some basketball and all.

Is there anything better in the world than having four nephews with boundless smiles, hijinks, ideas, hugs, and surprises?