Went to the doctor (mine) today.
The good news is that the bump on my face isn’t cancer. (“It feels like a subcutaneous cyst.” Pause. “Sort of like a pimple.” Is feeling foolish fatal? Anyway.)
The bad news is that a magazine in the waiting room diagnosed my hair as “tacky.” No word on staging.
Better than cancer. Or anyway, better than tacky hair and cancer.
(In other news, all is well and the Bean is charming and big and chatty and I have several longer posts brewing but it’s the end of the semester and Sugar is about to travel for work again and, well, it’s good you all have other hobbies besides reading this blog. xoxo)