bak 2 wk

moving right along. yesterday I went back to work. It was oddly comforting to be wrapped up in my protective little cubicle, like a little borg drone, jacked back into the law "firm" (pun intended) teat. work floods in, work trickles out.... (ok maybe i'm not so fast...). Aside from the fact that my boss kept smiling at me, (and he NEVER used to smile at me) nothing has changed. Because I was in a different office a month before surgery, people assumed i just got back from that office.

my underground cancer status is safe. Unless they happen to check out the joan crawford-stiff-backed walk i've got going...