Yesterday I completed six weeks of topical treatment for skin cancer. That was the follow-up prescribed, after the dermatologist snipped the initial piece of offending, questionable skin off. Somewhere, a tiny fleck of my flab is floating in a test tube, or has already been medically disposed of. The loss has not helped me fit into my jeans any easier, I must admit...

So, how am I celebrating the end of the treatment? Well, for one thing I will no longer have to remember the discipline required to attend to that task every frigging day. It added several seconds to my morning routine, which quite frankly I resented. I could have been spending that time playing Free Cell, or online Black Jack. We'll never know (I suppose) if I may have had a chance to face off against the bass player from Maroon 5 in Celebrity High Stakes Black Jack, and that troubles me...

All that time spent, these past six weeks has also probably hindered my partying and boozing. Who knows, I may have been the one person that finally got through to that poor, misguided Lindsay Lohan (get through to her maybe, but I still wouldn't have accepted a car ride while hitchhiking from her...I ain't THAT crazy!!)

I guess we'll just have to see what the future holds for those extra few daily seconds now, each and every day a fresh chance to do something new and meaningful in my life.

For today, we'll start with a fresh game of Free Cell.

Chow for now!!