Mid-Week 2 musings

Week 2 is wrapping up, and I’ve got just one last radiation session left—cue the tiny confetti cannons. But I must admit, a slight existential crisis is creeping in.

You think you know something, you believe in it, you trust it... and then—BOOM!

Does life have meaning?

For example, let’s talk about Bingo. You know, the Bingo. Was he actually the farmer’s dog… or was he the farmer himself?! There was a farmer, had a dog… and Bingo was his name-o. That phrasing is suspiciously ambiguous. My whole childhood was a lie.

Speaking of mysteries, Russ and I finally solved the great unknown: the elusive bird my sister and I were searching for. Drum roll, please… it was actually just a bunch of speakers designed to scare smaller birds away from glass windows. Anti-climactic? Absolutely. But also, kind of poetic? Like an avian horror movie with a budget cut.

But! Redemption arc—I did find an actual bird tonight, with Howard. So the universe hasn’t completely abandoned me.

One more radiation to go. Almost there. And now, I must go rethink every nursery rhyme I’ve ever known.