I'm an early-to-bed kinda gal. That's probably not stressing strongly enough how infrequently I stay awake until the 10 o'clock news. [Not that I watch the news anymore, but if I did, it wouldn't be a "late-night" one like 10 p.m.] The two younger kids go to bed by 9 p.m. I typically follow soon after, running down to Eldest's bat cave for the nightly nighty-night ritual by 9:15 p.m. so I can hit the hay moments later.
[Yeah, yeah, I do remember to brush. And gargle with Listerine. And take my statin. And floss every so often. And moisturize. Very important things to do, all of these, when you're an aging cow such as I am.]
I've been running around a lot the last couple of days. Don't ask me to tell you precisely what I've been doing, but I've been doing, man. I've been doing. So the pile of paperwork and what-have-you has inched ever sky-ward. And the lists of things to do keep getting longer. So I stayed up tonight to do...whatever. But then I remembered I wanted to see if some recent symptoms I've experienced have anything to do with, you know, a cancer that kills you in three days.
So I'm leaping from here to there to everywhere when I come across this after clicking some sidebar link on WebMD.
It's a freakin' black hairy tongue. Ewwwwww! There's a "painless" condition called Black Hairy Tongue. [No, that's not one of my symptoms.]
I guess this is the last time you'll pop over here, eh?