Life is Good in Postcards 4

A display at the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop.

No Complaints at all. I’m a bit dogged this week, but I’m not complaining about it.

Mammogram this morning. Now they give you a scarf, a magnet, and a pin number then tell you to go online for your results in five days. They don’t smash you till you cry any more either. That’s kind of exciting new stuff.

The Great Geezer got me a thumb brace for my left hand. I’ll try that at work tomorrow. More new technology that seems to beat the old stuff. Thursday’s going to be the really busy day. I talk with the eye doc before lunch, we take Grumpy in for his new alarm noonish, and by five we need to look like “Lead Sled” folks for the Automotive Museum Opening party. Why Thursday, I don’t know.

Life is good. I am wearing long pants and a ¾ sleeved shirt. Imagine. The sky is blue with little white clouds. Only one person tried to run me off the road. You would be proud of me. I didn’t give her the finger. Best of all, it’s NCIS night here. Life is good.