Yes, Virginia, there is life outside of blogging

As proof, here is a list of happenings that occurred in or to the rhymeswithplague household in recent days:

• While taking care of my son's dog, a 14-year-old black Lab, last weekend while my son and his family had gone out of town, I fell in their hallway KERSPLAT! and it wasn't pretty. I made a perfect three-point landing on my left kneecap (badly bruised), my right forearm (scraped the skin off), and my nose (bled profusely, partly because the 81-mg aspirin I take daily for my heart acts as a blood thinner -- Mrs. RWP said she hadn't seen that much blood since she retired from nursing -- and partly because my face hit the hardwood floor the hardest). In addition, I am sporting one black eye and had to have the nosepiece on my glasses repaired by an optician. It was not so much a fall as that I found myself hurtling from the foyer through the hall to the dining room trying to retain my balance, which I lost while trying to make a large, blind, deaf dog go someplace he didn't want to go. Technically, I wanted him to zig and he was determined to zag. I am used to dealing with a 14-pound dog and this one weighed 80 pounds. The bottom line is that the dog won.
• I went to a dermatologist to have a growth removed that had appeared over my left eyebrow within the last year. I thought it might have been some kind of wart but the physician's assistant called it a "cutaneous horn" and possibly a squamous-cell carcinoma; it measured 1.2 cm (0.5 in.) in length. Now we must wait about a week and a half for the results of the biopsy.
• The tension spring on my garage-door opener broke suddenly and the very heavy door came crashing down (another KERSPLAT!) on the cement floor. Fortunately the car was not under it at the time, nor was an aninal, nor was a person.
• The absentee ballots Mrs. RWP and I requested arrived in the mail. We filled them out, signed them, and returned them to the Cherokee County Elections Office in person because we didn't want to risk their being lost or destroyed by an incompetent or possibly diabolical postal employee.
• Mrs. RWP and I ventured out to our primary care physician's office and received the "high dose" flu vaccinations for the coming season that the medical community recommends for older Americans.

Whew!

That's a lot of happenings. I don't really expect you to be particularly interested in what happens to me when I'm not blogging, but one never knows.

I considered including photograps of my scrapes and bruises and black eye, but I decided to have pity on you and spare you the gruesome details.