I know I promised to clean the computer room today, but I forgot that I had an appointment with Melisandre my local fire goddess and dermatologist. I've gotten back to only having to visit her once every 6 months which is a minor miracle for me. I'm too much Irish (descended from the poor Kennedys) and not enough Indian to save my skin. So now I'm at the age where I paying for the sins of my youth.
Today my poor nose got a blast from her fiery canister and a growth ( mole, skin tag, weird looking thing, I know not what) on my abdomen that
I've been growing for years got burned away.
Considering the things she's done to me through the years I got away easy, so I'm celebrating by NOT cleaning house.