I had my second chemo round this last week, lost more hair, and feel a little more wrung out than last round. Just waiting for the ugh, which will commence tomorrow, if we're on schedule. Got through it in two days last time. Hoping for as fast a recovery this time too.
But that's nothing compared to what poor Stella is going through. Friday morning at approximately 1:45 AM, while parked in a 5-spot scooter parking pad, she and a motorcycle parked a space away were mowed down by a (presumably) drunk, hit-and-run driver. The owner of the motorcycle heard the crash and came outside in time to see a silver sedan driving away, but wasn't able to get the license number. He took some photos before picking up both our bikes and leaving a note on mine. She only had 144 miles on her. Undrivable, and probably totaled because of all the body damage. I was able to get her towed to the shop right away, and already have an insurance claim in the works. I should know her prognosis by Wednesday. Fortunately, I have pretty good coverage. This bites, but at least I wasn't on her at the time.
In better news, I'm moving ahead on organizing my linocut print / shrinkydinks art exhibit at the cafe across the alley from my apartment, Cafe Sophie. If all goes as planned, it should start around October 1 and my work should be up for about a month. There will be a little opening evening reception that I hope as many of you as possible will be able to attend.