Friday, January 30, 2026 – Day 525

Friday, January 30, 2026

Good morning, everyone.

Super Bowl Squares Pool
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If you’re interested, In the notes section of Venmo or Zelle, please write Super Bowl Squares and your name, and send to:

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These new blog hours have really thrown my writing off. It’s nearly 7:00 a.m., and I’m just getting started. Add in the fact that I can’t always hit the letters on the keyboard cleanly, and suddenly “late blog” is becoming a theme.

Then comes the next hurdle: what am I going to write about?

My days have settled into a pretty steady rhythm. Friends, family, feedings, and fiction fill most of the hours, with medical and miscellaneous appointments sprinkled in each week. Not exactly headline material—but it’s life right now.

For example, I finally got a haircut after three months. Between the cold weather and the physical effort it takes to get out, it just kept getting postponed. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, so Cindy made a call and her stylist came to the house yesterday. Easy. Fast. Efficient.

I really wanted her to wash my hair—because let’s be honest, that’s the best part. We did a few practice runs with the wheelchair, but I couldn’t get the height and tilt right to line up with the sink. So I washed it myself in the morning. No luxury there—that’s all effort, no enjoyment. I have a fear of any water getting into my mouth because the smallest quantity slipping down the airway causes me concern. I’d hate to drown taking a shower.

The haircut itself took about 20 minutes from arrival to departure. One small catch: she didn’t bring a mirror, so I have absolutely no idea what this haircut looks like.

Looking ahead, I may start using some future blogs to talk about the thoughts that cycle through my head each day—the fears, the missed opportunities, the sadness, the physical losses, and even death. These aren’t easy things to face, but they show up whether I invite them or not. Maybe writing about them will bring some level of comfort.

No promises—but I’ll try.

Have a good Friday.
Love you guys! ❤️