Monday the 13th

What a time.

Here in downtown Faversham, the bulbs are in most of the Christmas Lights webbing cable, just not in front of my house yet.

Tonight one could have gone to a dandy Film Society showing, or to the Creek Consortium and voted to shape destiny! Or gone to a Faversham Folk Club committee meeting, if you are on the committee. Or like me, dipped out of the Consortium meeting for a Craniosacral Therapy treatment with the amazing Amanda.

How many other things were going on this evening? How many people stayed home, worked on their stamp books or derived the benefit of their license fees? How many, like S my dear, were in hospital, ready for the operation to reconnect a stoma, to become free from bags of intestinal product resting on their stomach?

How many colostomys get reversed? How often does that work or not work, and if not, what then? What can I do to make it sure that the cancer is gone now, and he will never need the reversal reversed? How can I express the depth of my hatred of that disease, that eats people I love and need?

Other things: water monitoring will be late; the KPI is going ahead! except maybe for the software part; Arrivals...; take my car or not? Olivia loves me, and is giving me the benefit of her life in River City: will the insurance agent answer the email? Is the follow-up surgery/treatment of an anal abcess like other rectal problems? Who decides? Why my loved ones and not me? (Am I really either just not angry, or sufficiently aware of my anger to not need to somatise it? My friends with Bottoms, just at this point disowned me...) Do I pay off a mortgage here, or use the dosh as downpayment there? And what's that got to do with bottoms? Money....

At least I know who I am, and can prove identity against money laundering: passports, and birth, marriage, divorce certificates; UK and Ky photo driving licences; DHB pass; utility bills addressed to me here. Whee. In the summer, buying the flat, it was onerous. Now it's candy.

That's enough, Henry says. He of course is free of digestive engineering. Lucky to be stuffed!