It’s hard for me to talk about the scary stuff. Once I talk about it the first time, come out as it were, I am fine and can ramble on (and on, and on) but that first sentence is hard to get out. I have a couple of scary symptoms right now that are making me very tense. As always they could also be attributed to something completely innocuous. My insurance company is denying the necessity for a PET scan, as they do, so I am waiting to hear from my doctor. All in all, I am just feeling very cancery these days. It makes me sad. I have so many other things to do with my time and energy besides feel bad.
I bought Hayley workout presents. I am very excited to give them to her tomorrow! I know exactly how weird I am.
Hey there is a bug flying by my patio door! Apparently no one told him it’s December. Oh – speaking of. Last night I was curled up on the couch reading my book (The Girl on the Train – which I read in 16 hours) and I shifted and grabbed a pillow to lean on and hold up my kindle and then a big old daddy long legs went walking by my fingers. Oh, what a screech it was.
I need to start planning Christmas dinner.