Mammogram this morning? Turned up nothing. Nothing! As it turned out, some tissue was overlapping and a few spot compressions sorted them out and separated them.
What was really awesome is that I finished up a recent re-reading of A Wrinkle in Time while I was waiting for the results. There, I sat with one boob hanging out, blubbering like a baby because Meg Murry totally ROCKS and that book still strikes such an emotional core with me even after all of these years of cynical adulthood.
I am quite sure the technician was impressed with the waterworks.
Anyway, now I can go back to worrying about meaningless drivel. Another favorite past time of mine.