I’m out of gas, so please be patient with me. There’s a lot going on, or, more accurately, there was and I’m just catching my breath. I’m also writing this on my phone, which is not my preferred input device but the bed is really comfy right now.
On the medical side, there was one last thing to check: I have a lumpy bit in my chest and, given family history and the fact that prostate cancer is linked to breast cancer, we got it checked out. “Checking out” amounted to having a mammogram and an ultrasound.
It turned out to be a fatty deposit and of no concern whatsoever, so hooray for that. It turns out that my insurance doesn’t cover this for gents, so it was expensive good news but good news nonetheless. There was also a lymph node that has wandered south, but apparently this is pretty common. Getting older will disabuse you of the notion that these bodies are the result of exacting design.
So, for those of you keeping score at home, there was one scary but apparently not that worrisome diagnosis and two false alarms over there last few months. I’ll take it, not that I have much choice in the matter. That’s another funny thing about getting older: So much of where I am now is the result of a die cast decades ago and only now coming to rest.
We’re not exactly celebrating, but the sighs of relief have been plentiful. The side gig is ramping back up, the creative itch is making itself felt again, and there might even be some rain coming later this month. Might.
I have to get up early tomorrow, so that’s it for now. The WordPress app isn’t bad; I like it a good deal more than the SquareSpace equivalent. It’s very wonky when it comes to uploading images but otherwise seems pretty solid. Goodnight, and I hope you have a nice weekend.
-RK
P. S. For any musicians reading this: If you use Reaper, be aware that, while it does have autosave, this feature is turned off by default. File that under “learned the hard way.”