Things always happen in threes…
I grew up with this phrase: Things always happen in threes, especially bad things. Last week proved this right once again (darn it) and could explain the quietness of this blog this last week. Last week Tuesday, I got the health scare I did not want. Did I think it was serious? Not really, but it had me a bit concerned. I went to the doctor to get a cyst drained because it was starting to be very uncomfortable. Not…