This is a good XKCD:
http://xkcd.com/931/ (f*ck cancer, yes yes)
A local friend has spindle cell sarcoma; not good. Her arm has been surgically stripped to bone and tendon with bits of skin. If it was me, I think I'd have it amputated.
My second housesitter asked if I was going away again and I took the opportunity to schedule another trip. I leave this coming Friday for: Big Basin Redwoods, Big Basin, Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel, Asilomar, Asilomar, Manresa State Beach, Manresa, New Brighton State Beach, Home.
I didn't check the College of Marin schedule before I paid for all my reservations, duh. I will miss the first week of class. Oh well. I'm taking classes from people who know me by now, and they will be okay with it.
Since I got back, I'm not depressed exactly, but I don't want to do anything. I've been spending an astonishing amount of time in my pjs, reading, and catching up on a some key shows. I remind myself of the lady Harriet the Spy spied on, although I am not ill or pretending to be ill, I'm very well and just stuck. I suspect it's a post-retirement malaise. The thing to do, is to not do it, and I shan't be once I get back and start lap swimming classes and a couple of science classes. Yay for school.
Rumor has it that one of the younger generation in the family is having a baby. THANK GOD. We have really healthy genes and hardly anyone has procreated. Damn shame. I'm glad there will be at least one packet of DNA shot into the future, as Jonquil once wrote.
Temple Grandin's book Animals Make Us Human is fascinating. If you have any interest in how animals, domesticated, wild, and human, work, you should read this book. Especially if you have bought into any of this hocum about dominance over your dog -- Ian Dunbar and now Temple Grandin are debunking all the Cesar Milan stuff. Read it!