Mammogram to make sure the microchip is near the wire they inserted a few days ago. Another chat with Patani while he makes sure he can locate the chip. “Gettin’ rid of the cancer, babe” says Peter when I complain that I'm tired of being punched in the boob. ...
Yep, yep. Still alive, despite the lack of blogging here (though I imagine you know where to find me to determine that I’m still alive, so that shouldn’t come as a shock to you.) Thanksgiving and Christmas have come and gone, and the older I get, the more I just want the dam...