I. Friday morning, our second car -- the one I was supposed to use to drive myself to the airport -- wouldn't start. Beaker cajoled it into motion half an hour after I left to teach. But, I have exactly zero desire to be stuck at the airport on Sunday night, so I'm making him drive me up and back. Miss T. will be strapped in the back seat, of course. Fun!
II. Thursday I managed to finally get the giant bump on the back of my head removed. It had taken me years to admit there was a problem, and months to get an appointment with a dermatologist who was willing to operate (the first one I went to just wanted to recruit me for his psoriasis study, no, really, it was very odd), and damnit, I kept the appointment. Sadly the dermatologist was two hours late, so I missed everything else I was supposed to do in that afternoon.
III. Friday morning between classes, I noticed that the scalp incision felt damp. Moving my face pulls on my scalp, and apparently I overemoted badly enough at the end of lecture that I popped the scab open. Wheeeee! I asked a secretary to check that I didn't have a river of blood dripping through my hair and down my back, and went to my second class.
IV. For a few moments last week, it seemed like I might be able to get the Cornell-kickoff day 3 bloodwork done at Cornell live. So I called up and told them, and got a call back from Dr. Data himself. Of course that cycle ended up being short again, too short for me to double-purpose my trip -- but now there's a list of testing for me to do locally, and a plan to go for it in January.
An oddly disconcerting thing: so, since 2004 they've gotten a new building. Lots of new staff. A new area code, even. But the hold music on the voice mail system is still the same.