And I’m feelin good…No, wait. I’m feeling not so good. Remember when I was doing the happy dance about my trip to the dermatologist’s that left my nose intact, only 4 burns and a slice on my neck? Well, I was dancing before me chickens hatched or whatever that metaphor is. After holiday related slowdowns, the doctor’s office called 10 days later to announce that the slice from my neck is more basal cell cancer. Is that fair? Just when I’ve put that worry back on the closet shelf for another 6 months.
Anyway, today I get my neck taken apart and reassembled, Oh, yip. And Rich is away on business. But you know? It could be worse. I could have a different sort of neck. And yesterday was so grand I’m still cruising on the good feelings of all that. Throw in a tiny bit of xanax and I’m good to go. Up date soon.
(Abby took this picture in Africa last year. I like it. That pink spot is a good karma bubble.)