A week ago I went with a friend to “be there” while she got a real diagnosis on some skin cancer that has, uh… gone beyond.
It wasn’t pleasant but the news that there is a 70-80% chance that it hasn’t gone on a jaunt through her body is better than we envisioned prior to going in there. It seemed quite grim before. So there is a chance.
Add to that the shoulder MRI and cortisone shot and lots of work hours and I’ve been a bit waterlogged.
But I could be worse!
I have a stark bat-crap crazy co-worker who is such an illogical emotional flaming liberal that he actually annoys me. I found this somewhere – I’ll dig it up first chance I get – and it just FITS… He does this almost daily, sometimes baiting me just so he can pull what we now at work refer to as a Papa Foxtrot (Poo Flinging).
Alert reader The Dude has kept me fed with lots of images gathered from God only knows where.