So, the week from hell is still barreling relentlessly forward.
Today I found out I could possibly have a parotid gland tumor; I have a CTScan scheduled for Wednesday and will get the results next Monday. A huge percentage (80-99%, depending on whom you believe) are benign, but require removal anyway, because they just continue to grow.
Also today, I was so distracted I ran out of gas.
Also also today, Youngest got himself bitten by a rat. Not a pet rat. A real, bona fide, disease harboring rat. And so we spent our evening in the emergency room.
What lovely experiences could tomorrow have in store that could even remotely compare to the week I've had thus far? I can hardly stand the anticipation.
I'll start posting again more regularly when I can dig out of this dung heap. This exciting and interesting dung heap. But a dung heap nonetheless.