Pardon Our Appearance

Good morning, Erin. 

So...my appendix exploded. 

Well, technically, my internal organs realized my appendix was going to explode and entirely surrounded it, gripping it tight like a grenade with its pin pulled. The result was much the same, though: I was in immense pain, I had emergency surgery, I was laid up at the hospital, and now I am very slowly recovering. 

As such, my carefully-timed viewing schedule has been rather decidedly delayed. 

I know: you're crushed. 

But we'll be back to our regular schedule soon enough. Maybe even better than ever!

...or maybe exactly the same as ever!

Either way, I hope you're having the complete opposite kind of time that I am. 

More soon.

..."soon."

--Daryl

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