fading scars

I noticed this morning that my scar from nearly a year ago is now not very noticeable at all :)
I wondered if it had been exactly a year, but no not yet, I checked my blog ;)
I also wonder if I'm prone to an annual worrying that I'm about to die? Last night I had chest pains and contemplated if this was it, but I then figured it was just that I'd not taken even 20 seconds to digest my food before dashing onto the next thing. Which last night included more house to house collecting (the street I do for a different charity, in return from a friend collecting for "me" during Christian Aid Week.) I had the most random response yet on a doorstep, a diatribe about the Queen's 7 million pound plaything (at my confused expression he helpfully explained that he was talking about a helicopter).
People are ace aren't they. I love how we're so different, we have so much going on for each of us that comes out in myriad ways.
I'm glad I'm still here. I was wondering if my 40 years of adventuring is just half way through, or if I've had my full entitlement already. I've already met such amazing people and had such joy, I will be glad to have a whole lot more if at all possible :)
Hope your adventures today are also joy filled - I once again need to dash :D
xx