1. I went swimming this summer. It was glorious, absolutely glorious, to float on the gentle ocean waves and watch the sunlight sparkle all across the water.
I did not wear the swimsuit on which I had spent $100. Well, I wore it once. Not only was it the World's Ugliest Swimsuit; it did not perform as advertised. Very secure sports bra and t-shirt after that. Honestly, basic attire is so complicated now.
2. I was looking at the results in the mirror the other day. I actually thought, "This is not so completely terrible." Wow. I have no standards at all. But I did feel a twinge of regret for the way I reamed the plastic surgeon resident post-surgery. I may have no standards, but I do have a fine vocabulary. He probably didn't deserve to be exposed to it so very thoroughly.
3. What brought this on? Honestly, I don't give it much thought anymore. But this week an $800 bill came out of nowhere for my lumpectomy just about two years ago. After way too much time spent tracking it down, we concluded tonight that we actually owe it. :( It's dumbfounding to look at the insurance statements from that period -- a $40,000 bill here, a $25,000 adjustment there, another $40,000 here, several more adjustments there. None of the really big numbers connected to anything tangible.
4. And a friend of mine is dealing with BC#2, on the other side, this month, after, I think, an eight-year hiatus. My mammogram is in November. Well. S--t.