It's been a week.

For those who don't know me, we live in a rural part of New England and we raise chicken. As in, we used to raise chickens, but due to a horrible incursion from a fox, we only have one chicken where seven used to be.

Of course, who always finds the dead bodies and/or piles of feathers where a bird met her demise? This guy. One cannot simply unsee this stuff.

In the middle of this, my band mate buddy was here and we made some epic shit. Some would say it's epic. Some would say it's shit. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle.

Anyhow, I wrote this gemlog post to get back into the routine of... whatever this new routine is.