Because my heart keeps jumping, I am going around for tests.  The usual.  EKG, Halter, blood, are first stage – but the doctor this afternoon will order more, and send me back to the surgeon – just to calm me down, and make me feel like a hysterical old lady. 

This is a time of uncertainty – we may be able to cobble countries together and return these amazing countries things to  their former deserved glory, we may fall into international conflagration.  

Both my body and my world are on a similar teeter totter.  But with me it doesn’t matter all that much.  One way or another we’ll figure a way out.  

But I want to go on vacation, traipse around volcanos and stuff.  I need a little time by the pool in my bikini (got to get one one of these days) with toenails painted to match my diaphanous cover up.  And I wish I could think of an international equivalent for that.  It would make all the difference.