When the lab results came in, the lesion on Dave's leg is a melanoma, as Dr. Darr told them in the first place.
Dr. Darr wanted them to go straight to Mohs without taking a biopsy first.
I didn't put this in the December Banner because you'd have to wait a whole month before learning how it turned out.
Wow, the fog is thick enough -- at half past ten, yet -- to fuzz the houses across the street. This is a good day to stay home and iron my best T-shirt, which I washed two or three weeks ago.
I'm hoping also to add a timer pocket to a shabby leaving-the-house shirt to make a short-sleeved dirty-work shirt, and finish my new veil.
Dave's closet-cleaning continues. He took down a nice sturdy closet rod that was mounted too close to a shelf to be of any use. Now we are trying to think of a place that's out of the way, yet will allow us to remember that we've got it. It's the sort of thing that will come in handy sooner or later.
The season never ends: I saw something on the hall carpet, picked it up -- a cottonwood stickypod!
But it *was* dried up enough that it didn't stick to the carpet.
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