The day before the last day of 2012… The country, is poised to go over the fiscal cliff. The price of milk is set to double. (Aside: in my smallkidtime Mom forced milk down James and me. Sometimes it was reconstituted powdered milk. Frequently it was blue skim milk. Once in a great while it was nice pasteurized whole milk. Why did moms in the 1950’s think that little humans needed to drink huge amounts of a fluid designed for little bovine animals?) And, the debt ceiling is poised to come crashing down in February.
Carlton said he couldn’t sleep last night because he was worried about his skin cancer. I didn’t waste any time suggesting that if he was going to worry – he should go back home. Neither of the local dermatologists are willing to tackle his problem. But, this morning he heard about a plastic surgeon that might. Maybe he will call the guy. Maybe the guy will see him. Maybe the guy takes insurance and medicare. Maybe the guy will work on him. Or maybe not.