This came in last night from Tom Wagner:

I dropped by Peter's room today, but he was away from his bed: having an
ultrasound scan of his leg.   I didn't wait, as the nurse said it might be
1/2 hour or more until his return, but I did call him later in the day.
The news is good, finally. The ultrasound showed no further, hidden infections, and the cellulitis is responding well to a one-two punch of combined antibiotics prescripted by the ID specialist. He's on track for release tomorrow afternoon, and his sense of humor is already completely
recovered.   He was eloquent on the subject of his Xmas dinner as provided
by the hospital kitchens: turkey jello served quivering on petri dishes....and, is pudding supposed to be purple?

Keep those cards and letters coming though...he likes the attention.
Flowers might be nice too.   And chocolate.   And single malt, preferably
speyside. And maybe one of those inflateable ... ;-)




Since Peter doesn't drink single malt we can only assume that it's for his visitors.

While I am, of course, very glad to see that Peter is on the mend I also mourn the lost opportunity. Think about it, a sea-farin' chantey-singin' man with a wooden leg. What a deal! I was picking out parrots and tricorns for him, but now....sheesh. Friends.....

Glad you're better, ol' pal, and thanks to Elmer for being your press secretary.

Dave