And this will happen again in another year or two. UGH. Whyyyyyyy the mammogram to tell us all something we already know?! I am not usually an anxious person, but the thought of getting a mammogram at all, much less while there's another cyst there, just makes me want to cry.
On a less sob-filled note... Drop Dead Diva continues to be sweet and delightful. I've only watched six episodes so far, because other things have gotten in the way, but I do like it. The sixth episode started with a dream sequence with Tim Gunn, and the tone was just right.
Netflix also has a newer offering, Witnesses (Les Témoins). It's a French murder mystery, six episodes. It's... well. Thumbs up overall, but the first four episodes were definitely better than the last two. The woman in the lead was consistently interesting, and there was good forward momentum overall. But some of the concluding elements were just too implausible. Also, cell phones exist, and the last episode sort of forgets that. Heh.
Currently reading The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal, and the Real Count of Monte Cristo. It's about Alex Dumas, father of Alexandre Dumas (The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Black Tulip and lots of others). It's very interesting, but long enough that I'm not burning through it at my usual speed. The prologues (TWO of them) are a bit too adoring in tone, but after that it's fine.
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