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Hello, and welcome. I’m sitting upstairs in the front room with a cup of coffee as I write this. I’ve been pretty quiet over the past few days since my colonoscopy, but everything went well. I’m not looking forward to going through it again, though—my opinion of Gatorade has definitely taken a turn for the worse. I had to drink three bottles, two mixed with MiraLAX, and stop taking my arthritis medication for a week before the procedure. The procedure itself lasted only 25 minutes, and I was home by about 11 a.m. I slept a lot that day and again on Saturday. It’s something older people have to go through every few years. I’m fortunate that nothing went wrong and there were no complications. If having a colonoscopy helps protect my health, I’ll do it. The minute I woke up, I thanked God, my deities, and my father—as well as Luke Perry. If you know me, you know I grew up in the ’80s, ’90s, and 2000s. That’s three different decades, because I took something from each one of my younger years. Life is crazy, but it’s better than being six feet under. I’ll probably write another journal entry to fill some more space, but we’ll see what the topic is. I do know something interesting is happening with Dancing with the Stars. I’m not sure what’s true and what isn’t, but I wish everyone the best, whatever happens.