Back from the Deep South.

After spending most of last week in Hobart, I planned on returning to my desk on Monday, forgetting I’d booked a couple of skin cancer excisions for the morning—three of them, in fact. Part of me, the foolish part, thought I would let my dermatologist do his slicing and dicing, take a couple of painkillers, and get back to it.

Oh, how we laughed!

He sliced, he diced. I took the painkillers, came home, and collapsed into my reading chair where I snoozed away most of the day. I finally got back to work this morning, where it seems I have a bit of catching up to do.

Still, Hobart was very nice. Don’t believe what any of them tell you.