Today was the half-way through radiation visit to the dermatologist. At last, some appreciation. He seems pleased with the way things are going. Size isn’t everything, according to him. The “big thing” has lost a lot of its mass. That’s a good thing. And, while early on everything seemed fine with my lymph nodes, by the time this show was on the road there were two enlarged ones. He can’t feel one of them at all anymore and the other is much smaller. Nothing definite has been decided about maintenance. Any way you look at it, it looks like that’s going to involve some kind of medication with side effects that sound problematic. I guess there’s no point in worrying too much about that just yet.

The septic tank got cleaned out at just over double what we’d figured it would cost. Sounds about right. Still, we learned that ours is a fiberglass tank, which is a good thing. It means it’s ok that we chose to have it cleaned out rather than replace it. Or something. Some people fantasize about yachts and villas. I fantasize about living in a condo. Home ownership is the pits if you’re not rich or handy. Renting is not an answer, at least in this area. So what it amounts to is that these days, when I fantasize, I fantasize about a compromise.