It's benign

But enough about K. The latest biopsy turns out to be non-problematic, too. (Ba-dum ching.)

This has been like three Saturdays in one (or, if you go by my usual mopey Saturdays over the last five months, six). We watched Bond under the stars (technically last night, but it went late), blues festivaled, cuisine-sampled, mountain-biked, and still had time for some, er, quieter moments. I'm deliberately not thinking too much about any of it right now -- hell, we haven't even discussed how long he's staying -- but it really just has been quite nice.

Alas, as we were dashing out to catch SATC, my landlady called. You remember her -- she's the one who raised the rent, and then relented. In a hugely annoyed voice, she informed me that she "has to talk to" me, and will be coming over tomorrow at 2.

It never ends with the drama around here...