C'mon out. We'll have a race. Your ravin' 4 agin my Subaru Forester. I ain't had it up to the 150 mph that's listed on the speed-o-meter yet.

Well, the folks in IF screwed up and Pat's surgery is now tomorrow morning at 7:00 ("be here by 6"). We're going to go up and spend the night 'cause we ain't no fools. Getting the EKG they wanted last night was a breeze at our local horsepithall, and then this...farce...this morning. Then it looks like Friday she has to have an extraction as a start on an implant for a failed root canal.

I may or may not check in until later tomorrow.