Remember last March when my daughter kindly posted to let you know that I was in the hospital for a heart condition that I didn't notice? Well, after seven months in the Cumodin (sp?) Club, I'm informed that the doctors are going to break out the jumper cables this Tuesday morning and reboot my heart. At least that's how I understand the procedure works, whatever it's called. (and no, I don't really care what it's called; I'm just tired of all the nonsense). So any kind thoughts, prayers, candles or extra juju you've got laying around the house will be appreciated. I'll let you know how it turns out, Mary