I’m staying inside, not quietly of course, and letting the chemo for my face work. All the precancerous spots are “developing” into red splotches except for the one on my neck which is blooming. Perhaps I am blooming around it.
My hand is vastly better. Almost ready to toss books around again. I’ll try mending that red and white quilt and see how that goes first. My shoulder is still torn though. Perhaps I just thought I could lengthen and strengthen, instead one of my torn rotator cuffs bloomed. The ladies in both classes ask where I am, but G who is soaking his torn knee in the hot tub, tells them little.
The days are grey. We are on the backside of a cutoff low, and perhaps there will even be a small drizzle or two this afternoon. You probably aren’t interested, but I switched the truck out for the car. Driving the Toyota, I almost T-boned a Chevy truck as I left the grocery store this morning. “Poof” there he was. Now if he does another magic “Poof” I’ll have a better chance.
Sometimes all you can do is laugh at the small things.