Well, at Least I’m Not Dying

The election results have me despairing, but the web is full of this despair and I’ll add nothing to it other than to say that my goal is to fight such utter blindness with a creative response and not sustained bitterness.

In other, much, much better news, the strangeness along my scarline is not a recurrence of the skin cancer and I have been given a gloriously clean bill of health by my health-care team. The weirdness may or may not go away on its own but it’s not to crazy looking so I’m not sweating it. This takes a huge freak-out off my shoulders, er, nose. Now I can concentrate on my projects: house-buying, GRE trouncing, and article-writing.

I will not be beaten. But I will be trying to take a media hiatus.