Ah, mon vieux Amos, tá tú chomh lán de cac a bhfuil tú súile donn, ach ní bheidh mé a shealbhú go gcoinne tú mé fear fíor ar an mhórbhealaigh.

Pat's doing okay; she goes off for several hours tomorrow for a dog-and-pony show about how to find out about old quilts. Also Friday and Saturday. The doc believes that he got all of the bad stuff out -- and there is an even chance that this was also caused by x-radiation "therapy" she had when she was 7 years old and not by UV. But who knows? It's out, gone, pfft, and there were clean edges all around.