First of all, here is the brief version I could have written many many posts ago:

Holidays are boring yo. Especially with no internet. Anyway. I have a lump in my breast. This does not strike fear into my heart. Maybe it should. But I’ve had it for years. Literally. At least three and probably a lot more. Why didn’t I do anything? I didn’t think it was anything. The one time I brought it up with The Witch, she dismissed it, probably taking her cue from my tone. So I didn’t do anything.

Shelle and I are taking Jollan to the airport tomorrow morning. Like, early. As in, before the sun. (Who knew such a time even existed?) Anyway, we were talking about this at dinner tonight, and this new guy who was sitting next to us overheard and said, Wow, you guys are really good friends. Which is true.