Good morning.

A week ago this morning, my original human knee was replaced with a titanium one and a little bit of cobalt.

So technically, I am now a cyborg.

I've called modern Western human cyborgs for a while because our lives already run on external stimuli,

external muscles from our tech and external minds from our phones and AI and everything else.

This just made it literally true in my case.

A week out, things are going well, and I just wanted to offer some brief, wide boundary

reflections from the opiate-induced recovery and spaciousness of the last seven days.

First of all, oh my gosh, I have a body was a big reflection.

I think, as I mentioned in the last, frankly, we take our bodies for granted.

I will no longer do that.

On day three, I got out of bed, stood up, and there was a lightning

strike of pain in my leg, and it just hyper-focused my attention to my physical body. And there

are so many of us, well, so many people that I personally know, I can't speak for you, the viewers, following the more than human predicament that are very much in their minds.

And this was a hella powerful example reminder for me to reside in my body first and the mind is an extrapolation

of that. Much appreciation for this now 99.5% original Homo sapiens physical body.

The other thing, the other reflection I'd like to share

is the spaciousness that this week has provided.

I had no calls scheduled for the first time in five years.

Even when I'm on vacation, I have calls scheduled.

So I did something that I have not done in 25 years. Even when I'm on vacation, I have calls scheduled. So I did something that I have not done in

25 years. I read two books this week, not finished with both, but mostly finished. I read the

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