It was the best of times.

My cats are loving all of this dried deer blood. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

It really is the best of times, so much in life, particularly the parts of life surrounding the word "success" are going so well right now. My jobs all appear to be going really quite well. I am in good graces with my friends and my wife. It is deer hunting season. Awesome.

But so much of the rest is boiling over right now. It drives me crazy, the things that I can't control, or don't want to. I'm not really quite sure what else to make of it, or what to write about it, but it's true. So maybe pray for that. thanks.

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