Day in the Life of an Idiot

 The header says everything.

As I suspected, the lymph nodes were only acting up because I had just gotten two vaccines. (The ultrasound lady was like, "The technician didn't ask??" There was a very heavy WTF implied in her tone.) The lump is real, of course, but it is a fibrocystic mass or whatever they call the things I've been getting in my right breast since I was in my 20s. The doctor advises another ultrasound in six months just to make sure there are no changes, so, right now, no lumpectomy needed. 

YAY!

Despite being the news I was expecting, I can not deny that the relief is PROFOUND.

You may go about your business. I am going to have lunch and nap my stress away.

...don't make the mistake I did and read it, okay?

Spare yourselves.

She's just being shitty again. It is so very tone deaf, too. As many people have pointed out, that to take umbrage (and yes, I use that word ironically here) over a headline which isn't even about her (she's my age, 50/50 she's still having a period,) at a time when it is Pride month and, even as the call for justice for George Floyd has gone unanswered many #BLM activists are refocusing their efforts to center black trans lives, is just PETTY and hurtful and beyond the Pale.

In fact, I don't want to waste any more time on it. 

In other news, Mason is actually staying home today from volunteering. He woke up feeling a tiny bit under the weather and, since he is scheduled to go get another COVID test at 3:30 pm today, he decided to just skip the actual heavy labor in favor of considering getting his brain scraped as his volunteer work for the day. I should note, for the record, Mason didn't put it that way. That's my framing. Mason is too much of a true paladin to think that way. He is very, very willing to be tested every day, if need be, so that he can volunteer with a clean conscious KNOWING that not he's asymptomatic and passing on the virus while trying to HELP people. That would crush him.

It seems to be a day of false starts as I started out thinking today was a day that Shawn and I might venture into a fabric store, but she also woke up feeling crummy, though in her case it is a sign she is about to get a migraine.  Instead, our only plans for the day now are getting Mason in for his test... and probably I should feed my two sickies. 

It's supposed to get up to 93 F / 34 F today, which, to me, is just gross. So, I may set up the sprinkler in the back yard to keep my poor shade plants from wilting in despair, despite all the lovely evening storms we've had lately.  In a surprise to me, I discovered one of our climbing roses had bloomed.


Image: pink blooms against a screen window... also what is n the leaves? Insect damage?

To be fair, these roses have been struggling. I had to cut out a ton of dead wood this year, but I have likewise been rewarded with a ton of new sprouts of new roses. I have hope for a full recovery. However, this one bloom is on the end of a very old branch that I left because it was showing signs of life yet. I am not surprised it might be susceptible to insects. It can't be very healthy, in general.

When it was cooler on Saturday, Shawn and I made rhubarb-strawberry jam and a lovely rhubarb-strawberry pie:


Image: bubbling red pile with lattice-work top. The crust looks dark because it is slathered in cinnamon-sugar.

Mmmmm, is it too early for pie? IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY FOR PIE! 

So, that's us in a nutshell. Nothing too exciting. How's by you?