New day


Last New Year’s Eve found me in the hospital…

…scheduled for an operation to remove hemorrhoids.

So while others donned party hats and sipped champagne, I wore a hospital gown and swigged painkillers.

That’s not to say the holiday spirit was completely absent.

The next day, January 1, I woke up to a banner on my bedroom wall. It screamed:

Happy New Rear!

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