I will just feel a LOT better when

a) his long postponed vocal cord surgery is accomplished, and

b) his damned defibrillator is taken care of.

I'm worried about his health, his safety, etcet etcet. Don't tell me not to worry; watching him I can't help it. I'm still doing most of the physical work around here (no, I'm not whining) and things are always, uh, "interesting" at work. (Never a dull moment -- but I DID win a king-size comforter yesterday in some Sears contest or other -- that's a first. And I'm not even a Sears' employee.) My stress level is through the roof even when I'm not conscious of it (too busy working) or even trying to lower it.

And so many of our friends are sorting out major health problems or "life" problems, etcet etcet, as well.

Spring is coming...isn't it?

Linn