Sam the Food Server Inspires Restaurant Review of Q39

Stardate 10.19.2026

She had me at hello.

I walked into Q39 after numerous people in the local community insisted I give this restaurant a try. Their recommendations finally convinced me to visit.

There is always an awkward moment when I walk into a restaurant to dine alone. The hosts naturally point toward the bar area, where solo diners can find a seat. Last night, I was greeted by Sam.

I told her this was my first visit. She welcomed me and seated me in the center of the dining area. When I asked who would be serving me, she smiled and replied, “Me.”

That was my introduction to Sam, and it set the tone for the entire evening.

Perhaps the extensive training she received contributed to her approach. I suspect her natural personality deserves plenty of credit, too.

A Ribeye and a Conversation

I had already decided what I wanted after looking at the online menu. I was planning to order a Kansas City steak but I couldn't find it on the menu Sam brought to my table.

Sam explained that the restaurant was changing its menu as the season changed. Much to my surprise, my favorite cut, the ribeye, was featured on the new menu.

She explained why the ribeye is a favorite, even though it is available only during certain seasons. She also shared information about the restaurant's commitment to local ingredients and the ten-step certification process the Angus beef undergoes.

I wanted to know more, and Sam was happy to share.

Our conversation turned to the training she received to become proficient at her craft. I was curious about the time invested in preparing employees to serve customers properly.

That curiosity would become an important part of my evening.

When Dinner Became an Experience

I was surprised when Josh, the manager on duty, accompanied another server to my table with my food.

My oh my.

If they happen to serve food in Heaven, this is it.

The presentation was wonderful, and the meal lived up to the anticipation. I was enjoying every bite.

I asked Sam if she would be willing to appear in a YouTube Short for a restaurant review I was planning to write.

She lit up.

Her enthusiasm was contagious. I had been writing daily stories for years, and I was discovering new ways to share the people and experiences that make life special. Sam's response gave me the spark to capture this visit on video.

Moments later, Zach, the chef, approached my table, introduced himself, and offered me a tour of the kitchen.

I was beside myself with joy.

The evening was unfolding in ways I never anticipated. I had arrived because people in the community recommended Q39. Sam's enthusiasm inspired me to record a video, and now Zach was inviting me behind the scenes.

Sam returned to check on me and share more about the family behind the restaurant. She asked me to turn around and look at the trophy case I hadn't even noticed when I walked in.

There they were: awards recognizing Q39's achievements in national barbecue competitions.

Sam explained that the trophies displayed at this location were unique to this restaurant. The collection was not duplicated at the other three locations.

I had come to appreciate the food. Now I was learning about the people and the history behind it.

One Man's Vision Becomes a Family Legacy

The founder, Rob Magee, had a vision. He dreamed big and worked to turn that dream into reality.

Kansas City has long been famous for its barbecue. Rob built a place for himself in that proud tradition.

Today, four restaurants serve customers, and the business has earned hundreds of national awards, including grand-prize honors and prize money.

A dream became a business, and that business became a family legacy.

Collin, Rob's son, joined me at my table and shared stories about his family. He told me about a barbecue competition he entered while still in grade school. His father coached him step by step, helping him earn a third-place trophy.

A photograph of father and son hangs on the walls of Q39, with the younger Collin wearing a chef's hat. I took a photograph to capture Collin alongside the image of his proud father.

That childhood trophy carries a special meaning. It represents a father who invested his time in teaching his son, sharing his knowledge, and helping him discover what he could accomplish.

Rob's influence remains visible throughout the restaurants.

The family's story continues today, with Collin's mother, Kelly Magee, at the helm. Rob's legacy lives on throughout all four restaurants in the Kansas City and Lawrence areas, a lasting reminder of the vision he brought to life.

The Secret Sauce Is in the Details

One thing Sam shared with me has stayed with me: the time and attention invested in training new employees.

At Q39, training is a priority. The restaurant invests in helping new hires learn their responsibilities and understand the standards expected of them.

That investment matters.

A restaurant can serve exceptional food, but the people who welcome guests, answer questions, explain the menu, and deliver the meal help shape the entire experience.

Sam demonstrated that from the moment I walked through the door.

Her enthusiasm encouraged me to ask questions. Those questions led to conversations about the food, the kitchen, the family, and the training that supports the restaurant's service.

The secret sauce is in the details.

I see a connection to what I have been learning during my away mission. Whether we're training a new employee, welcoming a customer, or building relationships in a community, the details matter. People remember how we make them feel.

The same principle applies to storytelling.

I could have written about any number of exceptional restaurants. The community recommendations brought me to Q39, and Sam's welcome inspired me to tell this story.

Before the evening was over, I had recorded YouTube Shorts featuring Sam and Zach. Sam even scanned my QR code so she could read the story when it was published.

I love that she will have an opportunity to see how her enthusiasm inspired me to share the experience with others.

A Place I'll Visit Again

Q39 has earned a place on my list of restaurants to revisit before my time on assignment comes to an end.

When my wife visits, this is one of the places I want to take her.

I look forward to sharing the food, introducing her to a place the local community encouraged me to discover, and telling her about the people I met along the way.

If you're looking for a memorable restaurant experience in the Kansas City or Lawrence area, put Q39 on your list. Make a reservation, give yourself time to enjoy the meal, and take a moment to appreciate the people who make the experience special.

Your taste buds will thank you.

I arrived at Q39 because people in the community recommended it. I left with a wonderful meal, new connections, and a story I was excited to share.

Sometimes, a simple welcome is all it takes to get a good story started.

Thank you, Sam, Zach, Josh, Collin, Timm, Kelly, and the Q39 team for an evening I never expected and won't soon forget.

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“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord.” — Colossians 3:23 (NIV)

Sam's enthusiasm, Zach's invitation to see the kitchen, and the care invested in training the team reminded me how much our work can mean to others. We may never know when a small act of kindness will encourage someone to share a story that reaches far beyond the moment.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that the restaurant's hospitality made a significant impression on you.

Bones: And he managed to turn dinner into a video production. I'm beginning to think the man can't eat a meal without finding a story.

Spock: An intriguing talent, Doctor. His next mission may require a larger memory card.

I have spent years looking for stories in the everyday moments of life. Last night reminded me that the people we meet can give us something wonderful to share. I'm grateful the community pointed me toward Q39, and I'm especially grateful Sam made me feel welcome enough to ask questions, start recording, and discover a family story I might otherwise have missed.

One person, one conversation, one story at a time.

One percent better, one day at a time.

Whose Image Do We Carry?

 Stardate 10.18.2026

Some days begin with a little unexpected exercise.

Saturday morning, I was getting ready to leave my hotel for an early morning haircut when I discovered the windows on my rental van were frozen. I could have waited for them to de-ice. A 0.4-mile walk seemed like a better plan.

So I jumped out of my van and began walking.

That short walk set the tone for a high-energy day. I arrived just after the doors were opened and enjoyed a great visit with Domonique, the store manager. During our conversation, I discovered she was good friends with Amanda, the store manager who had cut my hair during my previous assignment in Lee's Summit.

Small world.

I also shared a story about how her franchise had helped me make an important decision concerning a vaccine offered during COVID-19. It was a meaningful conversation, and I left looking forward to my day off.

Back at the hotel, I got my laundry done and headed to the indoor pool. I worked on some practice footage for YouTube Shorts, experimenting with ways to capture video while swimming and filming from the poolside.

There is something satisfying about learning a little more each time I try something new. The progress may be small, but it keeps me moving forward.

Later, I went to worship at a church I had never attended before. My usual church was closed for fall break, so I had an opportunity to experience a different congregation.

The homily stayed with me.

The pastor spoke about a group of religious leaders who came together to challenge Jesus. These were people who disagreed with one another on plenty of things. For this moment, however, they shared a common purpose. They wanted to trap Him.

As a Star Trek fan, I thought of the Kobayashi Maru, the famous no-win scenario designed to test a Starfleet officer. The leaders believed they had put Jesus in a similar position.

Their question concerned paying taxes to Caesar.

Jesus asked them whose image appeared on the denarius. They answered that it was Caesar's. He responded with the familiar words about giving Caesar what belonged to Caesar and giving God what belonged to God.

I had heard that passage many times.

Then the pastor took us back to Genesis.

Scripture tells us that God created human beings in His own image. The pastor invited us to consider what that meant for the question Jesus had asked about the image on the coin.

The coin bore Caesar's image.

We bear God's image.

Suddenly, the familiar passage carried a deeper meaning for me. The question reached beyond the coin and the tax. It invited me to consider my own identity and to whom I belong.

I left church with that thought on my mind.

The day continued with dinner alongside a colleague. Eventually, I returned to my hotel, grateful for a day that had included a good walk, a meaningful haircut appointment, laundry, progress on a creative project, time in the pool, and a new perspective on Scripture.

Before going to sleep, I had plenty to be thankful for.

Genesis 1:27 reminds us that God created humankind in His image. That truth has been present since the beginning of the biblical story. Sometimes, hearing a familiar passage through another person's eyes helps us see something we have overlooked.

Perhaps that is one of the gifts of making room for new experiences. We meet new people, hear familiar stories, and discover another layer of meaning.

And we are reminded of whose image we carry.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that your Saturday included a successful away mission and a significant theological discovery.

Bones: Spock, he went for a haircut, swam in a pool, and went to church. Must you turn everything into a mission report?

Spock: Doctor, the question of belonging is hardly a minor matter.

I've shared with a few friends why these two characters mean so much to me. Spock reminds me of my father, a man whose approach leaned toward logic and whose emotions were almost never on display. Bones reminds me of my mother, whose empathy comes through in the way she approaches people. The two characters frequently disagree, and their exchanges have always meant something a little deeper to me.

Maybe that's part of why I enjoy bringing them along on this journey. Their banter gives me a way to honor two people who helped shape my life, each with a different way of seeing the world.

And on Saturday, after hearing that we are created in God's image, I found myself thinking about all the people whose influence becomes part of who we are.

A Hero's Story

Stardate 10.17.2026

I sat at the bar last night with a legend.

CJ is so popular at Texas Roadhouse that his bar stool has his initials engraved on it. His portrait hangs above the bar. Every employee knows who he is.

This was my second time meeting him. The bar was full when I asked if I could sit next to him. He began telling me stories about the employees, and I listened carefully. CJ speaks softly, so I found myself leaning in to catch every word.

One of the employees approached him and mentioned that a birthday celebration was about to begin. I soon realized this was a familiar routine. Whenever the employees celebrated, CJ knew what was coming.

CJ is a Vietnam veteran who carries a gun. He once experienced a flashback during a particularly loud celebration and perceived a threat. The experience left a lasting impression on the people around him.

Last night, I watched CJ put his fingers in his ears as the noise began to rise. When the celebration ended, the bartender approached him and patted the bar to let him know everything was okay.

That small gesture stayed with me.

CJ later pulled out his cell phone and showed me a collection of photographs he had taken of current and former Texas Roadhouse employees. He knew their stories and enjoyed sharing them with me.

Among those photographs was Andrew, a 27-year-old entrepreneur who now owns the place where I eat many of my meals while away from home.

During our conversation, I spotted Kayla, our new general manager, sitting in the dining area. I thought it would be fun to arrange a little surprise.

I told Andrew about Kayla and asked if he would walk over, call her by name, and check on how she was doing.

Andrew agreed.

CJ and I watched from the bar as Andrew carried out the plan. I will remember that little stunt long after my assignment is complete.

There's something wonderful about watching people connect. A familiar face, a remembered name, or a simple question about how someone is doing can make an ordinary evening memorable.

CJ doesn't know I'm a writer. He has no idea that today's story is about him. I want people to see his picture and recognize a man whose service to our country is part of a much larger story.

Behind the engraved bar stool and the portrait above the bar is a person with memories and experiences that stay with him. The people at Texas Roadhouse know CJ. They have learned how to look out for him, and they make room for him in their daily lives.

Watching CJ interact with the people around him reminded me how much we can learn when we take the time to listen. Every person we meet carries a story we may never fully know.

May God bless CJ and all the people who surround him. Thank you, CJ, for your service to our country.

Psalm 23:4 reminds us that even when we walk through the darkest valley, we are not alone. Sometimes the reassurance we need arrives through the quiet kindness of another person.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, your evening at the bar provided a valuable lesson in human connection.

Bones: I'll say, Spock. The man went out for dinner and came home with another story. I suppose that's what happens when you actually talk to people.

Spock: An effective way to expand one's understanding of humanity, Doctor.

Michael's Reflection

I am grateful for the people who cross my path and trust me with a little piece of their lives. I may never know their entire stories, but I can listen, show kindness, and remember their names.

Sometimes that is enough for one day.

Live long and prosper.

Mom Shares a Mexico Sunrise on Her 87th Birthday

 Stardate 10.16.2026

Please pardon my emotions this morning. I'm overwhelmed by the Facebook responses to my request to send Mom a happy birthday wish.

Next-door neighbors from my childhood chimed in with their well wishes. Memories were shared. The Ortas. The Gibsons. The Dugans. The Holzers. Friends who knew me as Spoons from my busboy days at the Arbor. Grade school and high school classmates. Mom's Dale Carnegie instructor, who is also my lifelong friend. Tennis buddies. Joni, my accountability partner. Mom's siblings, including my Aunt Marcie, the family historian.

The birthday wishes are still coming in. I can already picture the look on Mom's face when she sees this outpouring of love.

This brings me to something Mom asked me to help with during a recent phone conversation. I'll plant the seed here. Mom wants two celebrations of life while she's still here to enjoy them.

One would be for her close friends, a group that has grown smaller over the years. The other would welcome everyone who simply wants to spend time with her, perhaps one evening at a restaurant with a gathering space large enough for us all.

My siblings live closer to Mom and can help make these celebrations happen. As for me, I'm all in. I don't think Mom would mind if we siblings brought our own friends to the party, either!

If this is something you're curious about, stay tuned.

Since Mom has been away, she hasn't had access to my stories on her computer. Yesterday, I read her birthday story over the phone before sunrise. I even mimicked the voices of Spock and Bones in the Captain's Addendum.

My wife gave me permission to share a private photograph of the three of us on the Big Island during our last vacation together, about a year ago. Mom loved hearing the story and learning about the photograph.

Then came another special moment, the icing on the cake.

On her birthday, Mom captured a picture of the morning sun peeking over the horizon in Mexico. She sent it to me, revealing the view she and two of my siblings have been raving about.

My virtual editor, Alberta, now operating at the GPT-6 level, asked me what I felt when I looked at the photograph.

Pure joy, I responded.

Yesterday, I asked you to help Mom celebrate her 87th birthday. Your response has been a gift to her and to me. Seeing so many familiar names brought back years of memories and reminded me how many people have been part of our family's story.

Scripture for today

“This is the day the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24 (KJV)

Mom is enjoying these days with family and friends, and I'm grateful she wants to gather the people she loves while she can share those moments with them.

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May you live long and prosper.

Please keep Mom and my siblings in your prayers as they make their way home today. May they have a safe journey.

Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests your mother's birthday celebration has extended well beyond the original mission parameters.

Bones: And for once, Spock, I think the only prescription is another celebration!

I have a feeling Mom's idea may bring many people together. I'll be happy to do my part. Some moments deserve to be shared while everyone is here to enjoy them.

My Mother, My Hero, and Her 87th Birthday Wish

 Stardate 10.15.2026

Vacation with Mom last year on the Big Island

Today, my mother, Gloria, celebrates her 87th birthday.

She has read nearly all 6,250-plus stories I've published over the years. Today, one of those stories belongs to her.

A while back, Mom called to ask if she could join me on a trip to the United Kingdom. I explained that there would be plenty of walking. Scotland is a hilly place, and exploring its cities and countryside would require stamina.

She took that information and made it her mission to prepare.

Living in Sunnyslope, Arizona, Mom pushed herself to walk every day. The summer heat there can reach extremes, yet she kept going. She walked up and down the hills in her neighborhood, building her endurance for the journey ahead.

Along the way, she greeted people.

I know her neighborhood through the stories she shares about the people she meets. She takes the time to talk with passersby, including strangers who soon become familiar faces. Mom loves people. She loves travel. Her curiosity about the world keeps her moving forward.

Mom eventually sustained a minor injury and had to cancel her trip to Scotland and London.

My partners at DoNotAge® had invited her to meet their researchers, scientists, and staff at their second annual international conference in London. As one of their oldest consumers, she was going to have a seat at the table with me.

Mom wanted to learn. She wanted to hear directly from the people working in healthy longevity and understand what their research might teach her about living a longer, healthier life.

When the trip became impossible, she had one request for me.

Take good notes.

She wanted me to bring home what I learned so she could continue her own journey toward living long and prospering.

That is my mom. She continues to be a lifelong learner.

At 87, she remains highly motivated to make the most of the years ahead. I don't know anyone in her age group who approaches the possibility of another decade of life with quite the determination she does. While I'm honoring her, I want to give a special shoutout to the oldest person I know in my circle of friends who is now 102. Well done, Mary A. Keep it up!

Today, Mom is celebrating her birthday in Mexico with two of my five siblings. Traveling to a foreign country at her age comes with challenges, as she and my siblings would readily tell you.

On the way to her resort, Mom experienced two tire blowouts. A power outage also wiped out all the food she had stored in her refrigerator.

Then she called me to describe something wonderful.

The incredible view of the ocean she gets to enjoy every morning when she wakes up.

I keep thinking about that conversation. After the unexpected challenges of her trip, she wanted to share the beauty waiting for her each morning. I could picture her looking out over the water and taking in the view.

Tomorrow, Mom will return home from Mexico. I hope she carries wonderful memories of her birthday celebration with my siblings.

She continues to teach me through the way she lives. Her daily walks show her determination. Her conversations with strangers reveal how much she enjoys connecting with people. Her interest in the science of healthy longevity reminds me that we can keep learning and setting goals at any age.

Mom, you are my inspiration. You are my hero.

Happy 87th birthday, Gloria.

To my readers, I have one birthday wish of my own.

Please join me in wishing my mother a happy 87th birthday. She may not see your messages until tomorrow, when she returns home from Mexico, but I know your kind words will mean a great deal to her.

May all her birthday wishes come true.

And may she continue to inspire all of us for all the days of her life.

A Scripture for Mom

“They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.”

Psalm 92:14 (NIV)

Mom has reached 87 with a determination to keep learning, exploring, and embracing the days ahead. I pray that God continues to bless her with strength, good health, and many more opportunities to enjoy the people and places she loves.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, your mother's commitment to exploration remains impressive at 87. Her preparations for Scotland demonstrated admirable discipline.

Bones: Two blown tires, a power outage, and she's still talking about the ocean view? I think Gloria has earned another expedition.

Spock: Her continued curiosity suggests the mission remains active, Doctor.

I think Mom would appreciate that exchange. She has a way of keeping her attention on the experiences that make life worth living.

Today, I'm grateful for my mother, for the example she continues to set, and for every reader who takes a moment to wish her a happy birthday.

One day at a time, one step at a time, and one more adventure whenever the opportunity arrives.

Live long and prosper, Mom.

Danger, Danger, Will Robinson!

 Stardate 10.14.2026

Yesterday reminded me how quickly an ordinary day can change.

My morning routine was already off schedule. My mother is vacationing in Mexico to celebrate her 87th birthday tomorrow. During our phone conversation that morning, she told me about two tire blowouts she experienced while driving to her resort!

I'm grateful we could talk. Having Mom celebrate another birthday is a blessing, and I'm looking forward to marking this milestone with her.

Meanwhile, I had brought my sardines with me, intending to keep my daily nutrition routine intact. Conversations with colleagues took over, and I never got around to eating them.

By the time I finished work, I hadn't eaten anything all day.

And then the sky began to change.

My manager on duty warned us about the approaching storm and offered permission to punch out early. I left about twenty minutes ahead of my usual time.

I'm glad I did.

Lightning was striking all around me. Dark clouds were moving in at an estimated 25 miles per hour, and bolts of lightning illuminated the sky. One of the light poles stood beside my rental vehicle, so I kept my distance from the poles as I made my way to the vehicle.

I wasn't interested in becoming part of the weather report!

I had roughly four miles to travel in the direction ahead of the approaching storm. My timing worked out, and I reached the area around my hotel just before the rain arrived.

Before entering Texas Roadhouse, I stopped to take pictures. Texas Roadhouse and Chili's are the two restaurants next to my hotel. The photographs captured the dramatic change in the sky.

I was hungry and wanted to get my food before the weather caused further problems. The restaurant was full, so I headed to the bar. Toby and Bella took care of me right away.

I was concerned that a lightning strike might knock out the power. I wanted to get my meal while the kitchen was still operating and return to my hotel room safely.

While talking with a colleague on my cell phone about the storm, I attracted the attention of people nearby. They began asking what was happening outside.

I showed them my photographs.

After seeing the pictures, the people around me got up and left so they could reach safety.

I'm glad I could help them recognize the danger. The storm had developed quickly, and the people inside hadn't realized what was approaching.

I managed to eat my dinner and return to my hotel room before the heaviest rain arrived.

The storm continued through the night. Rain poured down, lightning flashed, and thunder kept me company for hours.

My sleep took a hit. My energy score this morning was 80, while my sleep score was 40. I recorded 5 hours and 21 minutes of actual sleep.

Those numbers give me something to work with as I continue my effort to improve one percent every day and every night.

This morning brings a welcome opportunity to reset. I have the day off, and I'm looking forward to a couple of hours of pickleball open play at the recreation center, followed by lap swimming. My goal is 45 minutes of lap time.

The hope is to get my sleep back on track with more physical activity today. I'll pay attention to how I feel and adjust my pace as needed.

As I look back on yesterday, I'm grateful for my manager's warning and the opportunity to leave early. I'm thankful I reached the restaurant before the rain and made it back to my hotel. I'm also glad the photographs helped other people recognize the approaching danger.

Psalm 23:4 has been on my mind:

“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

The verse reminds me that I can turn to Jesus when circumstances become frightening and uncertain. I can give thanks for the people who helped me, reflect on the decisions I made, and trust Him as I move forward.

Today, I'll carry that gratitude with me as I enjoy the day I've been given.

Stumbling forward, one percent better, one day at a time.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: Michael, after a night like that, I'd recommend listening to your body before attempting a new swimming record.

Spock: A measured approach to today's exercise would be logical, Michael.

Michael: I'll keep that in mind. I've got pickleball to enjoy and 45 minutes in the pool to work toward. One step at a time.

Perhaps gratitude is easiest to recognize after a night when sleep was hard to find. This morning, I'm thankful for another chance to begin again.

A New Door Opens in Lawrence

Stardate 10.13.2026

The mayor of Lawrence and his staff are now part of our family at my day job. We're excited to welcome him back in a couple of weeks to cut the ribbon and greet our new members.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be in the room with the mayor and support our new manager. Our general manager is working through the many details involved in getting our new location ready. The weather has been mostly sunny and warm, although a storm is expected later this afternoon. We'll keep moving forward with our October 29 opening.

I asked the mayor what he hoped to see from us when we opened our doors. His answer gave me a better understanding of the opportunity ahead. Lawrence sits between Topeka and Kansas City, and money moves in both directions between those areas. He expressed hope that our presence would help bring more money into Lawrence.

I don't share much about my day job because I'm not an authorized spokesperson for my employer. My stories are about my personal experiences. If I receive permission to interview someone authorized to speak about our culture, I'd enjoy sharing more with you.

I'm feeling a little nostalgic as I think about this stage of my career. The countdown clock keeps ticking, and Luuuucy is waiting in the driveway for me to turn her into a vacation home on wheels. There are adventures ahead, and I'm looking forward to discovering them.

For now, I'm thankful to play a supporting role alongside colleagues who are passionate about serving others. I enjoy watching people work together toward a common goal. There's satisfaction in helping others succeed and seeing a new opportunity take shape.

I also enjoy a good health experiment. Tomorrow is a day off, and I hope to spend some of it playing pickleball during free play at the local recreation center. Afterward, I'll head to the aquatic center for a lap swim. My goal is to use all ten punches on my recreation pass before this assignment ends.

One day at a time, I'm finding ways to serve, stay active, and prepare for whatever comes next.

My wife's favorite verse seems fitting for a day like this:

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Psalm 118:24

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, your colleagues appear to have a capable support officer. Your next mission also includes pickleball and swimming.

Bones: At least those assignments come with a little exercise, Michael. Just don't turn counting pool laps into another countdown clock.

Michael's reflection: I'm grateful for the opportunity to help others succeed while preparing for the adventures waiting at home. There is still plenty of life to experience, one faithful day at a time.

Live long and prosper. 🖖

We're Off to See the Wizard

Stardate 10.12.2026

Today's mission has been set. The mayor of Lawrence has requested a meeting with our team and his staff. They have been gathering information about us, and today we have an opportunity to meet in his office.

There is great anticipation this morning.

I've been asked to support a new manager during the meeting. I've supported employees on previous missions, and this assignment brings back familiar memories. My role today is to be there for the manager and help where I can.

We're also bringing chocolate cake from the bakery at another location. It's a little taste of what our team has to offer.

Golden Hour will be short today. I want to clock in early so we can prepare for the meeting and make our way downtown.

As I get ready, one familiar tune comes to mind.

We're off to see the Wizard!

I don't know how today's meeting will unfold. I'm grateful for the invitation and the opportunity to support a fellow manager. I'll bring the experience I've gained from previous assignments and trust Jesus with the rest.

“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24 (NIV)

Today is a new day, and a new opportunity to serve.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Chocolate cake, Michael? Now that's what I call preparing for a diplomatic mission.”

Spock: “An offering with a high probability of generating goodwill, Doctor.”

Bones: “Just make sure the new manager gets the credit, Michael. That's what supporting a teammate is all about.”

I've learned over the years that some of the most meaningful work happens when we help someone else succeed. This morning, I'll walk into the room ready to do my part and see where the mission leads.

Live long and prosper. 🖖

First Swim, First Worship, and First Feedback from Last Assignment

Stardate 10.11.2026

Yesterday was a day off from my day job, and I used the time to explore my new surroundings.

My body is still adjusting to the time change from my recent travels in the UK. Getting my rhythms back in sync has taken patience. Rest days have become an important part of that process.

This morning, I woke up feeling better. My sleep report showed steady improvement, which was encouraging to see. I'm learning to give my body the time it needs while continuing to work toward my health goals.

One percent better every day.

The Words Came Back to Me

My supply of sardines had run out, so I returned to the area of my previous assignment to replenish my stock. I picked up six more cartons and encountered several managers and staff members I had worked with during my training assignment.

As we caught up, something wonderful happened. Several people, independently of one another, told me they were working to get 1% better every day.

Those words stayed with me.

I've spent years trying to live by that philosophy. When I'm learning something new, I make plenty of mistakes. I need my share of mulligans, those opportunities to try again after getting something wrong.

I've learned to accept that part of the process. I take responsibility, learn what I can, and keep moving forward. That approach helps me manage my anxiety when I'm facing a new challenge.

Hearing those familiar words from people I had worked with made my day. I returned to my current assignment feeling fulfilled.

The First Swim

Later that afternoon, I used the first punch on my aquatic center membership card. Ten visits were available, and I was ready to begin building a new routine.

The Olympic-size pool gave me my own lane. I alternated among several swimming strokes and worked toward my goal of thirty minutes in the water. I took a few brief rests along the way and completed the session.

After swimming, I moved to a second pool with jacuzzi jets to soothe my muscles.

Thirty minutes in the water felt good. I had challenged my body, reached my goal, and taken the first step toward a habit I hope to maintain for the rest of my life.

Nine punches remain on my card.

An Invitation to the Wedding Feast

After my swim, I showered and made my way to the University of Kansas campus for its 4 p.m. Saturday worship service.

The priest reminded me of Fr. Mike Schmitz, whom I met during an earlier work assignment. His homily centered on the parable of the wedding feast.

The invitations had gone out, but the invited guests didn't respond. Messengers were sent to remind them, and those messengers were killed. The host eventually opened the invitation to everyone, including people others might have considered unworthy of an invitation.

The pastor spoke about Jesus inviting you and me to be with Him.

He wants us at the wedding feast, even when we think we don't belong.

That message went straight to my heart.

I know my flaws. I know how many times I've needed a mulligan. Sometimes I carry those shortcomings with me longer than I should.

Yesterday's homily reminded me that Jesus wants me with Him. His invitation is there, and I can accept it.

What a beautiful expression of love.

One More Day, One More Step

This morning, I woke up feeling better, and my sleep report supported that feeling. I'm ready to seize the day.

I have more work to do as my body recovers from travel. I'm also establishing routines in a new environment, and I know those habits will take time to develop.

I'll keep working at it.

The next time I visit the pool, I'll punch another hole in my card. Each visit gives me an opportunity to practice a habit that can support my health for years to come.

And I'll keep making room for the occasional mulligan. That's part of learning, whether I'm working on my health, beginning a new assignment, or trying to become a better person.

Jesus continues to invite me forward, and I have another day to say yes.

Scripture

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

— Psalm 118:24 (KJV)

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, the evidence suggests that consistent effort is producing measurable progress. Your former colleagues appear to have adopted the same philosophy.

Bones: And he managed to get his swim in, hear a good homily, and rest his muscles. Maybe there's hope for that body of his yet.

Spock: Your bedside manner remains as precise as ever, Doctor.

Michael's Reflection

I'll take the progress, Doctor. I'll take the mulligans, too. Every new day gives me another opportunity to learn, to grow, and to accept the invitation Jesus keeps extending.

One percent better, one day at a time.

May you live long and prosper. 🖖

An Eye Exam That Changed My Direction

 Stardate 10.10.2026

Sometimes a conversation can send you down a path you never expected to travel.

In late 2023, I went to my eye doctor for a routine examination. During our conversation, he shared his concern about the growing problem of diabetes in America and its effect on people's vision.

He was careful to stay within the boundaries of his specialty. He wasn't diagnosing me or offering medical advice outside his area of expertise. He simply suggested that I might find some worthwhile ideas in a book by Dr. Jason Fung called The Diabetes Code.

I took his suggestion seriously.

Nina Teicholz wrote the book's foreword. Her work on dietary fat and nutrition introduced me to questions I wanted to explore further. I began reading about researchers and authors who challenged familiar ideas about food and its relationship to health.

Teicholz wrote The Big Fat Surprise. Professor Tim Noakes also caught my attention. His professional-conduct case in South Africa ended with him being cleared of the charge against him in a dispute involving his public comments about infant feeding and a low-carbohydrate, high-fat diet.

I wanted to understand the evidence behind these debates. The more I read, the more interested I became in examining my own habits.

My Own Experiment

I've conducted food experiments over the years and recorded changes in my weight and blood pressure. One earlier experiment resulted in a weight loss of more than 30 pounds. I kept daily blood-pressure readings as I went along.

I've recorded the details of that experience in my book, Live Long and Prosper. Readers who are curious about the experiment can find the full account there. All proceeds from the book are donated to University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital, helping support the children and families who receive care there.

My current approach to food has evolved. I'm eating mostly red meat, sardines, and other seafood, with an emphasis on minimally processed foods. On some days I eat one meal; on others, two. I'm no longer experiencing the same hunger between meals that I once did.

I'm also paying attention to sleep, sunshine, exercise, stress management, prayer, and meditation. These daily habits have become part of my ongoing investigation into how I can extend my healthy lifespan.

I also take supplements from DoNotAge®, a research company whose mission is to extend healthy lifespan for as many people as possible. I partner with the company because its work aligns with my interest in this field.

If you'd like to explore the supplements I use, you can visit DoNotAge® through my partner link. Use code LLAP at checkout for a discount if you decide to make a purchase. I receive a stipend when you use my partner code, and I appreciate your support.

The Next Set of Numbers

In December or January, I plan to have a comprehensive blood panel performed. I'm especially interested in my Omega-3 Index after my extended experiment with eating sardines regularly.

My cousin John has also been exploring a similar approach to food. He recently received results from a comprehensive blood panel that left him encouraged. One measurement he discussed with me was ApoB, which helps assess the number of cholesterol-carrying particles associated with cardiovascular risk.

His results have made me even more curious about what my own bloodwork might reveal. I'll need to see my numbers and discuss them in the context of my overall health before drawing conclusions.

A new panel will give me a snapshot of where I stand. Without comparable earlier measurements, I won't be able to determine precisely how much any particular food or supplement has changed a result.

Weight and blood pressure are useful measurements, and I've been keeping track of both. They don't tell the whole story about cardiovascular health, inflammation, or metabolic function. The upcoming tests will give me additional information to discuss with my healthcare professional.

I intend to keep recording what I eat, the habits I practice, and the results I receive. I'm curious about what the numbers will show.

A Thought for Today

My eye doctor offered a book recommendation during an ordinary appointment. I followed that suggestion, and the reading led me into a subject that continues to hold my attention nearly three years later.

I've made changes along the way. I've recorded some results. There is still plenty for me to learn.

Psalm 90:17 offers a prayer I return to often:

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.”

I pray that the work I'm doing each day will bear good fruit, for my family and for others who might benefit from what I learn.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: Michael, your investigation began with a routine eye examination. The consequences have proved unexpectedly far-reaching.

Bones: Just keep those blood tests coming, Michael. Curiosity is fine, but I'd like to see the medical charts before anybody declares victory.

I have a few more questions to answer, and I intend to keep asking them one day at a time. I'm grateful for the people who point me toward something worth exploring, and for the opportunity to keep learning as I go.

The Mission Clock and the Gift of Time

 Stardate 10.09.2026

Every morning during my meditation, I ponder three wishes.

Health.

Longevity.

Financial peace.

These three blessings provide the framework I'm building on as I prepare for the next chapter of my life. I bring them into my morning prayers and ask Jesus to help me become a good steward of what He has given me.

Each one has a place in the life I'm working to build.

I want to take care of my health so I can remain active and enjoy the experiences ahead. I want longevity because I look forward to sharing more years with my wife. Financial peace matters because I want to approach our future with confidence and the freedom to make thoughtful choices together.

This brings me to the mission clock.

I've set Stardate 07.05.2030 as the milestone marking the beginning of my next mission. I'll be turning seventy that year, and I look forward to closing one chapter of my working life and opening another.

The thought of having more time with my wife fills me with gratitude.

I imagine visiting places we've never seen, trying new experiences, and spending time with friends who have become part of our lives. I think about the freedom to decide what we'd like to do on an ordinary Tuesday and having the time to do it.

Those possibilities give the mission clock its meaning.

My preparation has already become part of my daily life. I continue working on my health. I pay attention to our financial future. I explore new ways to tell stories, share my faith, and support causes that matter to me. Each day offers another opportunity to learn something useful.

I returned from Scotland and London with new experiences and new friendships. I'm learning to create YouTube videos and discovering ways to introduce my writing to new readers. At this stage of life, I still have plenty to learn, and I enjoy the process.

I have a long-standing practice of trying to become one percent better, one day at a time. That approach serves me well as I prepare for 2030.

My morning meditation brings me back to the three blessings. Health. Longevity. Financial peace. I hold them with gratitude and ask Jesus to guide my choices.

Scripture offers a beautiful reminder in Psalm 118:24:

“This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24, NLT

I love the reminder in these words. Every morning brings another day to appreciate the blessings Jesus has placed in my life. I can prepare for the future while finding reasons to be grateful for the present.

My wife and I have plans for the years ahead. Today, we have another opportunity to enjoy the life we've been given and take another step toward the experiences we hope to share.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, you've got a clock counting down to 2030 and three wishes to keep you busy every morning. When do you plan to relax?”

Spock: “Doctor, I believe the Captain has already identified his objective. He wishes to maximize the time available for shared experiences with his wife.”

Bones: “Well, that's one mission even I can understand.”

I have spent years working toward goals and preparing for what comes next. Today, I'm grateful for the opportunity to keep preparing while enjoying the life Jesus has given me. The mission clock gives me a date to anticipate, and each morning gives me another chance to make the most of the time I have.

A Slice of Heaven

Stardate 10.08.2026

My sleep report from last night leaves plenty of room for improvement.

I'm still finding my rhythm after returning from Europe. My body is reminding me that restoration takes time, and I'm okay with that.

Yesterday was my first day off while I'm on assignment in Lawrence, Kansas.

I started the day looking for a place to play indoor pickleball.

A quick online search led me to a facility with a small weight room and a large gym where they roll out nets for pickleball. I joined for 30 days and took advantage of my senior status. Ten dollars for the month gets me free open play on certain days.

After I signed up, I asked the receptionist if she knew where I could swim indoors.

That question changed the rest of my day.

When I checked into my hotel, I discovered the jacuzzi had been sealed over with plywood. Swimming and the recovery provided by jacuzzi jets are part of how I take care of my body, so finding an indoor pool became a priority.

She directed me across town.

I plugged the address into my phone and headed out.

I had no idea how close the aquatic center would be to where I will be working for the next three weeks.

When I walked through the doors, I found a slice of Heaven.

It was one of the largest indoor swimming pools I've ever seen.

There wasn't a soul in the water.

Lisa, the senior administrative specialist, offered me a tour. I asked if it would be okay to shoot some video for my wife. Since the pool was closed until later in the day, Lisa told me she would need to escort me.

So I started filming.

A few seconds of what I discovered:

I'm beginning to see how my daily blog is becoming a vlog, too.

For years, I've written about the places I go and the people I meet. Now I'm learning how to bring some of those moments to life through video.

After the tour, I headed to the front desk and met Phyllis.

The ladies asked where I was from and why I was in town. I told them about my assignment, my daily stories and our effort to raise money for children's hospitals across the country.

I gave them a signed copy of Live Long and Prosper.

That's when Phyllis shared that she is undergoing cancer treatment.

She really connected with the children's hospital part of my story.

Abigail, the afternoon lifeguard, walked in while we were talking.

By the time I left, all three women knew about the blog and planned to follow the videos when they begin appearing regularly.

I purchased a punch card good for ten visits. One of the pools has jacuzzi jets, giving me another recovery option while I'm away from home.

I also bought goggles and a swim cap.

Now I have what I need to make swimming part of my routine for the next 30 days.

Then I discovered something else.

The aquatic center is only blocks from where I will be working.

A question asked at a pickleball facility had led me to a place I can use throughout this assignment.

I also discovered that one of my favorite steakhouses is only two buildings from my hotel.

Texas Roadhouse.

So I met a colleague for dinner and captured some video there, too.

By the end of the day, I had several more YouTube Shorts.

I'm continuing toward 50 Shorts so I can unlock additional YouTube features that will give me more ways to tell these stories.

The camera is becoming easier to use and hopefully more inviting for followers. 

I'm trying different locations. I'm experimenting with camera angles. I'm learning how to capture pieces of the day while I'm actually living it.

That feels like progress.

I'm also learning that progress doesn't always arrive through a carefully designed plan.

Sometimes it starts with a question.

Sometimes it starts with being willing to look around.

Sometimes it starts with asking someone who knows the area where you can find a pool.

I'm still recovering from Europe.

I'm still working on my sleep.

I'm still learning how to tell stories through video.

And I'm still stumbling forward, one percent better, one day at a time.

“Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.” — Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: “Michael, your search for a swimming pool appears to have produced several additional missions.”

Bones: “And goggles. Don't forget the goggles, Michael.”

Spock: “Indeed, Doctor. The Captain appears to be prepared for the next 30 days.”

Sometimes the next step is right around the corner.

I just have to keep moving long enough to find it.

Live Long and Prosper.

Finding a Way When the Odds Turn Against You

Stardate 10.07.2026

Golden Hour looked a little different this morning.

My prayers and meditation were complete, and I was sitting downstairs in the dining room of my hotel in Lawrence, Kansas. My smartwatch battery had died during the night, so there would be no complete sleep report waiting for me this morning.

I checked on the Padres.

They are still alive.

San Diego defeated the Milwaukee Brewers 4–3 last night in Game 3 of the National League Division Series. The Padres had already lost the first two games and needed a victory to keep their season going.

The circumstances around the game made the challenge even greater.

Mason Miller, one of San Diego's top late-inning pitchers, was unavailable after his wife went into labor with their first child. Adrian Morejon, another important bullpen arm, was unavailable because of a shoulder issue.

The Padres had to adjust.

Jake Cronenworth hit a solo home run in the fifth inning. Manny Machado drove in another run. San Diego carried a 4–3 lead into the ninth inning.

Then Michael King took the mound.

King had started Game 2 two days earlier and had thrown 72 pitches. He had not pitched in relief during the 2026 season.

Last night, he recorded the final six outs.

The Brewers put the tying and go-ahead runs on base in the ninth inning. Christian Yelich came to the plate with the game hanging in the balance.

King got a ground ball.

Xander Bogaerts started the game-ending double play.

Ballgame.

The Padres had survived another one.

All three games in this series have been decided by one run. Milwaukee won the first game 3–2. The Brewers won Game 2 by a score of 4–3 in walk-off fashion. San Diego answered with its own 4–3 victory last night.

Now the series moves back to San Diego.

The Padres need to win tonight at home to force a decisive Game 5 in Milwaukee. If they get there, they will have to win again on the road to continue their postseason.

They have some work to do.

They are worth watching.

I think that is part of what has kept my attention throughout this series.

Both teams have played well in front of their home crowds. Every game has come down to a few important moments. A pitch. A swing. A defensive play. Last night, the Padres had to piece together the final innings with pitchers who were available.

That happens in baseball.

It happens in life, too.

Plans change. Circumstances arrive that we didn't expect. Sometimes someone who was supposed to help us isn't available, and we have to figure out what comes next.

We keep going.

That doesn't guarantee the outcome we want. It gives us another opportunity to find a path forward.

Great teams have a way of finding a path forward when the odds turn against them.

I have had plenty of moments in my own life when the original plan changed. Looking back, some of those moments opened doors I never would have found on the original path.

This morning, sitting in a hotel dining room with no sleep report and a Padres team that somehow found a way to survive, I was reminded of something simple.

Keep going.

Psalm 90:17 says:

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”

That is a prayer I can carry with me today.

The Padres have another game tonight.

So do I.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: “Michael, the Padres have demonstrated an interesting capacity for adaptation.”

Bones: “And you needed a baseball game to remind you of that?”

Spock: “Apparently, Doctor.”

I think Bones may have a point.

I don't know what every day will bring. I do know I can begin the day with prayer, take the next step, and trust God with the part I cannot control.

That feels like enough for this morning.

Live long and prosper.

YouTube Channel Under Construction

Stardate 10.06.2026

Golden Hour is nearly complete.

My prayers and meditation are finished. My bags are packed. I'm ready to hit the road once our collaboration is complete this morning.

There was another interesting development when I checked my sleep report.

My actual sleep time was 5 hours and 38 minutes. Deep sleep was 1 hour and 6 minutes. REM sleep was 1 hour and 22 minutes. I was awake for 1 hour and 31 minutes, and my sleep latency was only 18 minutes.

The total amount of sleep still has room for improvement, but the report gave me something encouraging to watch. After traveling across time zones and returning home from London, my body appears to be finding its way back toward a familiar rhythm.

I'm paying attention to these reports because sleep has become another experiment in learning what my body is telling me. Nearly four years of tracking have given me plenty of data. Now I'm watching what happens as my body settles back into the routine of being home.

While my body has been working on getting back into rhythm, I've been working on something else.

My YouTube channel.

Yesterday I posted the channel description we developed together. This morning, I decided it was time to do something with the channel's front porch.

I needed a banner.

The idea of a front porch seemed appropriate. It's the place where people arrive before they come inside. My YouTube channel is still being built, and I want it to feel welcoming.

I didn't want a picture of myself on the banner. I wanted something a little more creative.

So we came up with a simple idea.

A front porch. A broom. A little cleanup.

Front Porch Duty.

The broom became the star of the show.

I created the image in Canva, added the words Front Porch Duty — Mission Accepted, downloaded the banner, and uploaded it to YouTube.

Done.

One more small piece of the channel is now in place.

That's how I'm approaching YouTube right now. I'm learning by doing. I have plenty left to figure out, and each small step gives me something new to learn.

There was another update yesterday that I want to share.

My partner, DoNotAge®, informed me that Performance has now been released. I had previously been given permission to share information about it before its worldwide release. Now it's officially available.

If you want to learn more, you can find my DoNotAge® link on the welcome page of my blog. Click the link beneath the picture of my wife and me to get to their site. The promo code is LLAP, for Live Long and Prosper.

I'm sharing that because the product is now released and readers have asked about it. I'm continuing to learn about the work DoNotAge® is doing to help extend healthy lifespan for as many people as possible.

Scripture gives me a simple reminder for mornings like this:

“And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.”
— Psalm 90:17

A YouTube banner may seem like a small thing.

It is.

So is one night's sleep report.

So is one more video.

So is one more story.

Those are the pieces that make up a day.

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And now, before I hit the road, the bridge crew has something to say.

Spock: “Michael, the YouTube channel appears to be progressing.”

Bones: “He's got a broom on the front porch, Spock. Give the man a little credit.”

Spock: “I was giving him credit, Doctor.”

Bones: “Then try sounding like it.”

I have a feeling the broom is going to have a few more jobs before this channel is finished.

And I still have a road to travel.

Live Long and Prosper.

Time For a Reset

Stardate 10.05.2026

If you happen to be a San Diego Padres fan like me, especially if you happen to be a longtime fan, the first two games against the Milwaukee Brewers are probably haunting you today.

I get it.

The difference between winning and losing sometimes comes down to the slimmest of margins.

I stood in front of our son's big-screen TV in panic mode as the Milwaukee hometown crowd went into a frenzy. Our beloved Padres had their ace closer on the mound. The bases were loaded. We were down to one more strike to close out the game.

One more strike.

We lost.

This one stings.

It was the second night in a row that a remarkable game came down to one moment.

On Saturday night, Ty France sent a towering drive toward the left-field roof with one out in the ninth inning. The ball struck a cable and came back toward the field, where Jackson Chourio made the catch. The Padres lost Game 1, 3–2.

On Sunday, the Padres carried a 3–2 lead into the ninth inning. Mason Miller, our best closer, was asked to record the final six outs. He retired the side in the eighth and got the first out of the ninth.

Then came the walks.

The bases were loaded with two outs when Jackson Chourio stepped to the plate.

Miller got ahead of him 0–2 before Chourio battled back. On a 2–2 fastball, Chourio lined a two-run single into center field.

Game over.

Brewers 4. Padres 3.

All we needed was one more strike.

I write stories about the importance of being one percent better each day. This is a prime example of what that means at the elite professional level.

These are the best teams in baseball. Every player on that field has spent years developing the skills necessary to reach this moment. The difference between advancing and going home can come down to inches, one pitch, or one swing.

The Padres have been here before.

So have their fans.

This entire season has carried moments like these. The team has found ways to keep moving forward, and the fans have stayed with them.

Now it's time for a reset.

Game 3 comes to San Diego on Tuesday. The Padres will need to win two games at home to keep the season alive and send the series back to Milwaukee.

We will be cheering from afar.

“Though I fall, I will rise.” — Micah 7:8

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: “Michael, the probability of a reset appears considerably higher than the probability of surrender.”

Bones: “He's right, Michael. Two losses don't mean the story is over. They mean you've got another game to watch.”

I suppose that's where I am now.

The sting is still there. So is the hope.

Tomorrow is another day.

Good luck, Padres.

May you live long and prosper.

When the Day Takes a Different Turn

Stardate 10.04.2026

My body is still adjusting to being home.

After nearly two weeks in Europe, my sleep report continues to show that my normal rhythms haven't completely reset. Yesterday morning, that travel fatigue showed up in another way. My brain was moving a little slower than usual.

I was planning to get to cardio tennis, but Luuuucy was blocked in the driveway. I needed to move several vehicles around to get her out, and I simply wasn't moving quickly enough to make it happen.

So I shifted gears.

There was a list of things around our home that needed my attention, and I decided to work through it.

One of those projects was the garage door opener.

The replacement part had arrived while I was in London. I had purchased some new tools as I prepare for the Luuuucy build, including a special attachment designed to reach into tight spaces where a standard screwdriver can't.

This was my first real opportunity to put those tools to work.

I removed the failed part, installed the replacement, put everything back together, plugged the opener in and pushed the button.

Success.

I also reprogrammed the keypad that had failed earlier and had already been replaced just before the garage door opener decided to give up.

It was a small home repair, but I couldn't help thinking about Luuuucy.

The van is still an empty shell. There is a lot ahead of me before it becomes the camper van I have envisioned. Yesterday gave me a little taste of what that process will be like: figure out the problem, find the right part, use the right tool, work carefully in a tight space, put everything back together and see if it works.

Apparently, the garage door has become my first training exercise.

By the time family time arrived, I had accomplished what I needed to do around the house.

We gathered at our son's house to watch the rivalry between the University of Iowa Hawkeyes and Ohio State.

Neither game went our way.

We were the underdogs, and the scoreboard eventually reflected that.

The scoreboard wasn't the most memorable part of the football game.

Yesterday's story included the kindness of the Ohio State coach, who had sent a letter to every child who was a patient at University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital.

That act of kindness came back into the story during the game.

At the end of the first quarter, Iowa made a big play that kept the game close. Then something happened that I hope I never take for granted.

The television coverage stayed with the stadium.

Seventy thousand people were waving.

They were waving toward the patients watching from the 12th floor of the children's hospital.

The camera showed the stadium, and the television audience got to see the same thing happening that has become such a special tradition in Iowa City.

The patients waved back.

Caitlin Clark was in the hospital room with the children, waving with them.

For a few moments, 70,000 people were connected to those children.

That was the highlight of the football game for me.

Then came baseball.

The San Diego Padres had clawed their way into the postseason after spending weeks during the regular season close to playoff elimination. For Game 1, they were on the road in Milwaukee facing one of baseball's best pitchers.

The Padres scored twice.

Milwaukee answered with two runs of its own.

Then Milwaukee's ace left the game as his pitch count became a concern for the manager, who was thinking ahead to the rest of the series.

Milwaukee added another run.

It looked like the Brewers were going to take Game 1.

Then came the eighth inning.

The Padres advanced a runner to third base with two outs.

And that's when I saw something I had never seen before.

The Padres hit a ball so high that it struck the roof.

The left fielder caught it near the wall in left field after it hit the roof.

The umpires gathered together to discuss the play. The Padres manager came onto the field to talk with them.

The ruling stood.

Third out.

The Padres' threat was over.

Milwaukee still had to play the ninth inning and record the final three outs, but the strange play had ended San Diego's opportunity to extend the eighth.

The Brewers eventually won Game 1.

Game 2 of the best of five series is today.

After worship, more family time is coming.

When I look back at yesterday, I think I'll remember the moments surrounding the games for a long time.

I remember being too slow from travel to get Luuuucy out of the driveway.

I remember shifting gears and finding other things that needed my attention.

I remember a garage door opener working again.

I remember learning that the tools I bought for Luuuucy already have a job before the van build has even begun.

I remember an Ohio State coach writing letters to children in an Iowa hospital.

I remember 70,000 people waving.

I remember children waving back.

And I remember a baseball hitting a roof and ending a threat in a playoff game.

Yesterday didn't follow my plan.

It still gave me plenty to carry into today.

"Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it."
— Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, the Captain demonstrated reasonable adaptability when cardio tennis became unavailable."

Bones: "For once, Spock, I agree. He fixed the garage door and still made it to family time."

Spock: "An efficient use of an unexpected change in circumstances."

There are days when the mission changes before breakfast.

Yesterday was one of them.

I am grateful for the ability to recognize it, shift gears and keep moving.

One percent better. One day at a time.

Live Long and Prosper.

Luuuucy, I'm Home

Stardate 10.03.2026

My sleep score was horrible again this morning.

So was my energy score.

In fact, my energy score was the second-lowest score in nearly four years of keeping these records.

The lowest score came last week while I was in London.

That was the week when I was getting lost, dealing with battery problems, missing my family, and trying to absorb everything I was learning from researchers at the DoNotAge® conference.

Today feels different.

I’m home.

My prayers and meditation are complete. Golden Hour has about 30 minutes remaining, and then I’m going to climb into Luuuucy for the first time since I adopted her.

That feels pretty special.

Luuuucy is finally street legal. Her insurance is in place, and now she gets to leave the driveway and become part of my life.

Eventually, her custom plates will say Luuuucy.

Our daughter gave me the plates as a gift.

I can't think of a better way to begin.

My first destination is cardio tennis.

After spending much of the past two weeks walking around Edinburgh and London, I’m ready for a different kind of exercise.

Walking through London was certainly exercise. Some days the step count was impressive.

Cardio tennis is going to ask something different from my body.

And I’m curious to see what happens.

That’s part of the experiment.

I have nearly four years of sleep and energy data sitting on my watch. Today I get another data point.

I also get to drive Luuuucy.

There is something wonderful about that.

While I was away, Iowa kept moving too.

Last Saturday, the Hawkeyes stunned Michigan in Ann Arbor with a touchdown with two seconds remaining, winning 20–19.

I was thousands of miles away when it happened.

Today, I’m home for the next chapter.

Iowa returns to Kinnick Stadium to face Ohio State in a nationally televised game.

That means people all across the country will get to see something I love about Iowa.

At the end of the first quarter, the football game stops.

More than 70,000 people turn their attention toward the windows of University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital and wave to the children and families watching from the hospital.

The Hawkeye Wave began in 2017.

Today, the fans will wave again.

And so will the Ohio State players and coaches.

Ohio State head coach Ryan Day sent a letter to every patient at Stead Family Children's Hospital before today's game, telling them that the Buckeyes are thinking about them and looking forward to waving.

That gets me.

The opponent changes.

The rankings change.

The score changes.

The Wave remains.

And today there is a little girl named Eliana Gaul who will be watching.

Eliana is the Kid Captain for today's game. She was born 15 weeks premature with spina bifida and has received years of care at Stead Family Children's Hospital. She is now 10 years old and continues to see specialists there.

This is one of those days when several parts of my life seem to be arriving at the same place.

I’m coming home from an international trip.

I’m climbing into a van my daughter helped name.

I’m getting back on the tennis court.

My body is giving me some pretty lousy numbers.

I’m going to watch my Iowa Hawkeyes play Ohio State with my family.

And somewhere across the field, children at Stead Family Children's Hospital will be waiting for the moment when an entire stadium turns toward them.

Maybe that's what coming home feels like.

The numbers on my watch don't get to tell the whole story.

Neither does a football score.

Neither does a travel itinerary.

There are other measurements.

Family.

Faith.

Friendship.

Purpose.

Movement.

And the people we choose to remember when the clock stops.

Today I'm going to climb into Luuuucy.

I'm going to drive to tennis.

I'm going to move.

I'm going to come home.

And later today, I'm going to watch Iowa wave.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”
Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, your watch says you have almost no energy, and you're going to play cardio tennis?”

Spock: “Fascinating. He appears to be gathering additional evidence.”

Bones: “I was afraid you'd say that.”

Sometimes the best data comes from simply living the day.

Luuuucy is ready.

So am I.

Good-bye London, Wheels Up

Stardate 10.02.2026

I'm going home.

Thank you, Edinburgh and London, for a most memorable visit. I will be back.

Thank you to my partners at DoNotAge® for your great hospitality. I'm thankful for the lessons I've learned about maximizing health and wellness, and I promise to share those lessons with others.

There are stories from this journey still waiting to be told.

For now, it's time to pack, head to Heathrow and point the ship toward home.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”
— Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, you realize you still have to pack.”

Spock: “Indeed. The mission is incomplete until the luggage is secured.”

Bones: “And for once, let's hope he doesn't turn packing into another adventure.”

I've learned a lot during these travels. Some of the lessons came from conference rooms. Some came from conversations. Others came while figuring out trains, walking unfamiliar streets, solving technical problems and simply paying attention.

Tomorrow I get to take those lessons home with me.

May you live long and prosper.