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In the past 30 days I’ve bought a house, sold a house, taken a week’s vacation in Colorado, read four novels, and helped a family member survive abdominal surgery. I’ve hacked into the heart of the Monaural Jerk codebase, baked bread, and connected to the Internet via four different networks in six different locations. I’ve commuted. I’ve slept in many different beds. I’ve eaten numerous ethnicities of food in many restaurants. But I’ve spent almost no time writing content for this site, as you can tell by scrolling down the page.

Somewhere in the bottom of my laptop bag is a business card with story ideas jotted on the reverse. They’re backed up like the chunks of undigested red meat in your colon. And, like those impacted, foul-smelling blobs, they may never experience release. Such is my schedule. Such is your colon.

I plan to write more in the coming weeks. But, to be honest, I always plan to write more in the coming weeks. Sigh.