Chandelier?

I was rescued from my struggles with computer transfers of insurance policies, money and entering the inner sanctum of password protected statements by Jim, who came to my rescue last evening and had everything sorted in no time. Knowing where to go, what to do and in what order is a skill that evades me, but I learn something new every time Jim comes to my rescue. Adaptability doesn't come easily but seems more important than ever as roles change as we grow older. Thanks to you, Jim, I slept much better last night.

My visit to the dermatology clinic this morning was notable because the dismal waiting room was even dismal as they are doing some major remodeling. It was crowded, as usual, and we all sat in a space devoid of flooring, just new chairs on the cement subfloor. Many of the walls are down to unpainted wallboard, and it is difficult to tell what the final goal off all this disruption is, but it should definitely be less gloomy.

The doctor efficiently removed a skin cancer near my ankle and apologised before she began for the fact that there isn't enough skin in the area to stretch to stitches, so apparently I am left with an open wound which will take forever to heal. She said she had seen a lot of people, mostly women, with skin eruptions on their lower legs that turned malignant. Her theory was that poor circulation might have something to do with it.

While I was waiting for the doctor to come in, I noticed the rather scary lamp suspended from the ceiling. It looks more like some evil ray gun than a lamp, and I couldn't work out the purpose of all the twists and curves in in its design. Fortunately I didn't have to spend much time contemplating it as the doctor prides herself on her promptness and I didn't have to wait long.

I'm now sitting with my leg up as the lidocaine slowly wears off and I am pleading an inability to stand up to cook dinner....