Tom's next procedure on Tuesday won't require a hospital stay -- they'll turn him loose as soon as he's recovered from the anesthesia. He seems to think he's going to hop on a train bound for New Hampshire as soon as he can get to North Station, but I think we'll probably be spending the night at the Holiday Inn a block away from the hospital (as we will be the night before) and heading home on Wednesday morning.

Tom's got an appointment with Dr. Z on Monday right after we hit town and then a CAT scan later, but at some point Tom and Kendall should be able to curmudge at each other (and Jacqui and I can commiserate).

Mass General, by the way, is a city in itself. Yesterday Tom was in Jackson, where assistance is slight, and he couldn't find out where Kendall was without walking all over hell and gone, which is very difficult for him right now. So they couldn't get together yesterday. We'll fix that on Monday.

Stilly, same thingy. It's soapstone which holds heat very very well. Mine is lacking the bail. Old New England solution to a problem that doesn't go away. Wrapped in a towel, it will warm the bed. Plunked on the floor in our woodstove heated home with my damp, frozen feet resting on it, an absolute joy.

Linn