It has been February for four months now. I’m somewhat confused that it’s 26° in February and I would be taking up my time worrying about climate change and this year’s harvest if I didn’t have a hole in my back. Well, less of a hole than there was. Regularly folk lean down to it, peer into my lumbar abyss and ooo and aaa at how unholelike my hole is becoming. Content warnings for discussion of surgery, pain, wounds. No pictures of anything, even I ain't seen those yet. On the 26th of...