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Bad news: I'm starting this blog at 10:30 in the evening.

Good news: I don't feel tired at all; I'm chipper and alert.

Bad news: I'm chipper and alert because I had a cup of coffee and two chocolate truffles at 3 in the afternoon.

Good news: I shared a great hour of connecting with a friend over said coffee and chocolate.

I have the feeling this entry is going to read as caffeinated as I feel. I have various things to write about, and I think I'm just going to bounce from one to the other. Like Tigger on Red Bull. Apologies ahead of time.

I had to laugh today. I did it again. I left my house for a meeting at exactly the time I was supposed to arrive at the meeting, which was on the other side of town. The theory still holds true: you can not leave one place and arrive simultaneously at the next place. However, in my defense I was not the last one to arrive at the meeting. In fact, about half the people got there after me. At least a partial vindication.

Someone sent me an e-mail with prayers for healing the other day, to pray over my spot of skin cancer. I feel weird about them. I don't know if there is a biblical reason for me to be wary, or if it's just because I grew up quite conservatively. I don't actually see the sense in commanding my immune system to line up with the word of God. My immune system isn't making choices on its own. In fact, my body didn't choose to get sick, so why am I talking to it, as if it had some say in the matter?

Since I got my friend's e-mail about her kids praying for on-the-spot healing, it has become part of my conversations with God as well. But I talk to Him, not the patch of skin cancer.

Just for the record, I have a date set for the surgery. Just got confirmation today. It will be a week from this coming Saturday.

And tonight we had supper with a few guys who used to be into the gang scene in the US. I am struck again at how limited my exposure has been to the rest of the world, and how erroneous my assumptions can be as a result. I can't imagine growing up in the situation they did, and it's hard to grasp that it happened in the same country that I grew up in. The more I glimpse different cultures and social environments, the more I see how inappropriate and inaccurate generalizations and blanket statements can be.