Skipping along

Such glorious dregs of the summer, it's easy to miss a little jotting now and then; we're more embedded in daily existence lately. The other day my cancer surviving friend called to set up a climbing session. We've been talking about getting out in the wilds somewhere all summer, but it hasn't materialized, with her crazy schedule of surgeries, work, and keeping track of a couple of teenagers and a spouse. Maybe later; for now we have the gym. She's had an interesting response to her disease; she said that after all the tribulation, it's left her in a frame of mind where things don't seem to bother her so much. She's always been damned positive, and this confirms it. Nothing like a full-on mastectomy to put things into focus.