He's awake. It's. Not great. He's going to have an extremely rough road ahead of him. But he's awake.
I have to go get a mammogram soon, because yaaaay 40. I mean, it's more the insurance only covered this yearly because 40, while the first mammogram was from concerning things that weren't concerning, but okay.
The chest freezer arrived, plugged in, filled with food.
Entropy is exhausting.