May the coming weeks continue with minimal discomfort. Cancer-free by Halloween is indeed an excellent destination.

My sister and I went to the gym as usual this morning. We pulled up to the front door. Powered off the car and sat there and sighed. She then asked if maybe we should go out to breakfast instead. So we did. I have no regrets.

Had lunch with my parents and didn't make the news-- that's something.

We'll take it! Though, honestly, if you go the other route... we'll take that too!

This timeline fucking sucks.

Can confirm.

However, the berries in my cereal this morning were especially delectable and I'm all about the the low-stakes win.

Pilates at noon, and another appointment at 2, and then I'm into my weekend.

Wishing Tim all the pain-ease and smooth sailing.

I could see my rampage getting derailed because my manifesto runs long and I'm debating whether to cut from the bottom, journalism style, Trudy.