This morning's post has to be quick. Mike and I are taking his truck in for some kind of recall service. I don't know what...some things aren't worth asking about. I just do as I'm asked. And then, it must be my day for driving around town because I have to go into downtown Portland (shivers at the thought of it) to see my dermatologist. The last time I saw my dermatologist, things were going along just fine, pandemic aside. (That's a big aside.) But then, I had to get a painful Moh's procedure done on my nose.
That was November. It was still sore a month later. Then I broke my shoulder and forgot all about my nose. My brother always told me the quickest way to get rid of a headache was to have someone kick you in the shins. It wasn't the exact same scenario, but I think my brother would have approved of how I healed my sore nose. And...I'm not saying it's my dermatologist's fault that I broke my shoulder, but I'm suspicious of what set all that in motion.
And then there are the cats. When I went downstairs after writing yesterday's post, Smitty had relocated himself from his morning sun kitty pole position to the cool floor of the hallway. Apparently the morning sun was a little too much for his delicate furs. Besides, he didn't want to end up with a Moh's procedure on his beautiful pink nose.