This is NOT a normal week.
Hugged my beloved daughter farewell after two wonderful weeks. She is returning to the US and a new dream job. Although she is not in hugging distance, we still have Skype and cups of tea and coffee for chats.
Loaded the car and said farewell to people on the street for the eight hour trip from my beloved Argelès to my beloved Genève. It is always harder when I don't know the date of return on either end.
First day of chemo. I'll report those adventures on http:/breastisyettocome.blogspot.com as soon as I finish this one. Picked up stuff from one place to another. Came home, watched a Gary Grant-Audrey Hepburn movie and the new series Grace and Frankie.
Joy... no alarm clocks and a leisurely morning. Have an afternoon appointment to have my boob drained. I know it is painless. Hope to hit the library to change an individual membership to family. The library is a wonderful resource, especially for compulsive readers.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The judge in Dayton rules on the FATCA injunction. I'm one of seven plaintiffs suing the IRS to stop FATCA, the IRS rules that makes it impossible for 8.7Americans overseas to have a normal financial life. We are NOT talking fatcats. We are talking normal (there's that word again) middle class people.