Time to get that mole looked at. I’d put it off a bit but it was itching and it needed to get it done. (Not a recurrence of basal cell. Yay.)

What made it easier was that my dermatologist is one of my favorite people; we grew up just a few miles from each other and after last week we couldn’t help but talk politics just a bit.

It was no surprise to either of us but it was a relief that we are both so looking forward to having a peaceable man, an adult, and a person with governing experience taking charge next week at long last.

We grieved together for what was done, for what was lost, and for how bad it could have been. It was a relief to have someone from DC to talk to about it, even if just for a few minutes, while mutually mindful of her time and keeping it short. We felt seen.

We asked after each other’s families; like so many millions of women, she’s gone to part time to try to manage her kids’ schooling, but they really needed their classmate time. But the vaccines! Soon!

(This one on your back: you want me to freeze that off too while we’re at it?

Yes please!)