I know, I know

It has been a long time, but life has been, basically, boring with nothing to report.  Not that I've done nothing or lived in a vacuum.  I had a birthday (enjoyable day--lots of Facebook greetings, phone calls, dinner with my son), had a visit from my sister where we went to see "The Birth of Impressionism" exhibit at the deYoung, and went to a workshop, so I had a weekend out of town.  Around and about all of this is the knitting--matching sweaters for my hairdresser's children, an afghan for Glenda Hope's Network Ministries.  Then there were the occassional committee meetings, some workouts at Curves.  I'm trying not to be a hermit.  Oh, then there are the books!  I'm working my way through Alexander McCall Smith this year.  I LOVED the Number One Ladies Detective Agency series.  The Sunday Afternoon Philosophy Club was well written but not as page turning.  Portugese Irribular Verbs and its companion stories were a hoot and inhaled quickly.  I'm taking a break before 44 Scotland Street because I have recently been introduced to Maisie Dobbs (NOT AMC).  There are seven books in that series, and I am on number three.  Well writen, engrossing, page turning.  I have quickly become very fond of Maisie.

Health--I'm feeling adequate.  Not great but not bad.  I saw Dr. Chee (oncologist) today.  Not bad, not good.  My CA125, a not very accurate number for me as I believe I've blogged, is slightly elevated--enough for a scan soon (like I'm waiting to hear what they have set up for me even as I type).

The left heel has something going on--have an appointment for that on Thursday.  This is one of those weeks where my social life is composed of appointments.

I'll try to be more timely--and more interesting.  I'll post after we get the scan results and know better what's going on now.  Till then

xxooxx