So, I pull into the drive, step out of the car admiring the new columns and all the work on the house that was completed today (four new exterior doors, a handrail on the basement steps, stuff long delayed because of things happening).

My mobile phone goes off. It's my wife. My pants are ready to be picked up at the sewing shop and, oh yeah, I'm have a biopsy and they're giving me valium so I'll need a ride home. She'd gone in for a followup on her mammogram.

I get the pants and I leave scorch marks in the air driving to the hospital.

We'll get the results of the biopsy Monday.

And I was getting ready for Hawai'i. And it's my birthday.