quicko: under the sun

Living in Australia makes me particularly antsy about my skin. Any new freckle convinces me I've come down with skin cancer, and I nearly flipped out when I mistook my birthmark for melanoma. It took a good 15 minutes to assure myself that, yes, that was the right size, and, yes, it had been in that precise spot since day one. (Surely it used to be slightly farther left?)