My new obsession is skin cancer. I have an oval circle about halfway down my chest that looks like someone just pressed their thumb into my skin and it left a red mark. Only it's been there now for about a month. And within the last three days I've seen 2 different ads reminding people to get checked for skin cancer. There's a free screening at Wake Forest University on June 2nd that I'll go to. I really don't think it's anything, but the fact that I've seen those ads and have been thinking about getting checked anyway sort of freaks me out...
The blog will be on hiatus for a week as we head for Savannah and the beach (to soak up more sun and further the cancer along). I just finished reading Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil and those Savannah people seem like a freaky bunch. I'm looking forward to it.
Preparing to overpack. For a five day trip I'll pack no less than twelve outfits and end up wearing maybe six of them. That whole minimalist thing just doesn't sit well with me.
The cats know we're leaving. How do I know this? Because they've been unusually affectionate the last three days. They swarm around us and hop into our laps, on the bed, on top of the kitchen table, anything to get our attention. It's working on me. My babies! How can I leave them? I think they just do it to ensure I won't have a good time because I'm too busy wondering if by leaving them I'm scarring them for life.
Time to go lay on the couch. Even though my back feels fine today, why take chances? Best if I just lay around and call out for the occasional hot tea or bon-bon. After all, what's the point of being sick if you can't milk it?