This and That

Random thoughts:

I hate selling things to people. I was never good at the retail jobs I had in high school. It's not in my personality to push something on someone else. So now we have all this Cub Scout popcorn to sell every year. Hate it. It's overpriced and the microwave bags never pop all the way. Okay, the chocolate-covered stuff is pretty good, but I hate selling it. Hate approaching church members, or sending WonderBoy to do it, since there is some weird pressure there to buy from the preacher's kid. But who else will buy it? Church members are all the people we ever see. Last year we bought over $70 worth of it ourselves to get WonderBoy to the $200 level. Then he chose the prize from the lowest level. Have I mentioned that I hate selling things?

There is a new Christopher Guest movie coming out this month: "For Your Consideration". If you haven't seen "A Mighty Wind" or "Waiting for Guffman" or "Best in Show", run out to the video store right now. Can't wait. I laughed out loud tonight when I saw the preview, and I don't even know what it's about. It doesn't matter. You put those actors together and it will be funny.

I think I am about a B-cup after yesterday's saline fill. The shape is coming along, which is helping the muscle pain seem worth it. I can't think too long about what exactly is going on in there, with the muscle stretching, or I get the willies. I have to kind of shut off part of my brain, sort of like when I was diagnosed. Thinking about cancer was overwhelming, and if I did it for too long, I could drive myself wild-eyed and crazy. It's not exactly denial, but a form of coping. Coping with reconstruction beats coping with a new cancer diagnosis all to pieces, so I'll try to stop complaining. For now.

I'm not feeling inspired to write, either the blog or the NaNoWriMo novel. I like what I have so far, but the last few days I have felt sort of flat. (Well, not in the traditional sense, because of the aforementioned B-cups, but you know what I mean.) I'm hoping tomorrow dawns brighter: in election returns, in weather, in muscle comfort, and in writing.