A nurse told me after surgery last week that I had no stitches in my skin and I should leave the tape on my neck until it fell off. Seven days later it was still there, dirty and grungy. So I took it off; I had taken to picking at it the way I sometimes play with a necklace and, I grabbed a loose end and pulled.

Now I have a tiny line on my neck and for some reason am toying with the idea of using a black marker to make a dotted line all the way around with the words CUT HERE underneath it.

Hmm, I wonder about the grass at Mother’s . . . I think it needs mowing. Now did I think that all of a sudden because CUT HERE was staring me in the face. Ah, the wonders of the human mind . . . tricky little devil.