Martin is on the phone with my mom. Karin already talked to her, after we serenaded her with the Swedish birthday song, and then raced out into the light-suffused evening hours to find a friend to play with before bath-time falls due. It's my mom's birthday: Happy Birthday Lizardmom! Here's to many, many MANY more. I love you :)
Verdict from the doctor's visit: nothing at all to worry about, though they did take a biopsy and I'll have the final results next week. So that started my day off right.
I feel like I've lost the writing touch. Everything that tumbles out feels trite and over-thought, as if I were thumped on the head and can only cough up generalities, mundanities, blabbity blah. Perhaps I need a creative writing class, assignments, a deadline or two. Even trying to write every day (more or less), doesn't seem to be doing the trick. I persevere.
Karin wants to clothes-shop online, so time's up here!
