Nervy

This is totally a guilt post (oh, don't you wish it were a gilt post, with pretty golden doodly bits all over?). Its late, I've been working on my lesson for class tomorrow, and suddenly, urgently, I decided that I Must Update My Blog Now. So, hi. Here I am.

Again, this is probably old news to my 5 readers, but just in case any of y'all aren't among the folks I email recently, here's the update on Herr Lump: benign. A benign tumor of the nerve sheath, to be specific. Schwannoma,. It's even fun to say.

The only bad news in all this (and it's not that bad, really, unless you're me) is that I have to go back in for surgery in two weeks so that a real live neurosurgeon can actually take the tumor out. But after that, all should be fine. Which is good, because, surgery? Not a fan.

I'm actually kind of excited to have elegant little scars along my collarbone, once all this mess heals. I can be a woman with a past, a possible ex-sword fighter or wildebeast wrangler. A wombat chaser. These are all starting to sound like euphamisms.

Anywho.

Lazy

I don't want to go to work today. Also, I don't want to get out of bed. I had a dream last night that I was Harry Potter.

So.

The cat is sleeping on my lap. Which is to say the bulk of him is on my lap -- I'd say that approximately 60% of the cat is currently above my pelvic region. His head is nestled in a pile of papers stacked next to me on the couch, his front legs twitching languidly to one side. His back paws are propped up on the couch arm, stacked awkwardly as if he just fell from a great height (he hasn't). He is snoring.

I taught my first week of class last week. It was fun, but I'm kind of panicking about the fact that I have to teach again this week. Me. Teach. Again. Eek.

I'm also going in for surgery this week. This is most likely no surprise to any of you. All (guessing here) five? of you already know about the lump, the inconclusive biopsy, the surgery this week to take the whole thing out. If you didn't know (or even if you did) don't worry. It's more than likely nothing; I'm fine. Well, I'm depressed and anxious. But yeah, that's pretty much 'Tuesday' for me, anyway.

The cat just sort of rolled over, and he's now snuggling with my laptop's power supply. It's cold tonight in San Francisco; I don't blame him.