I read your poem, Little Hawk. It was sweet, had the lightness of a tightly wound very short dog. :)

Mike, tell Pat we're behind her 110% - just because she's had the Big C once doesn't mean it doesn't scare the bejeesus out of you the second time round.

Speaking of her quilting, it reminds me that I need to start encroaching on the big cabinet I built for my daughter when she was in high school. It's full of stuff she doesn't use any more - and I want to fill it full of cloth I've forgotten about because it is out of sight in a dresser right now.