21 weeks after my cancer diagnosis I finally am having robotic surgery today.
Sunday and Monday were spent putting lobster traps out, so it is obvious that I am optimistic about the outcome of this miraculous medical procedure.
If I can find an excuse to send my wife on a mission, I plan on hauling some gear in a week or ten days.
If my gear gets molested, this time the gloves come off and the shore will be littered with the buoys of the malfeasants who dare to steal from me. The word is out, I have made it clear to the local fishermen that I don’t plan on turning the other cheek as I have done for decades. Liberal is not the same as chickenshit coward.
I don’t especially like the new me, but there it is...actions have consequences as the thieving Republican asshole fishermen are about to find out.