Kathe and I had dinner at Izzy's with my parents and Uncle Charles, as well as Aunts Pat and Sandra. A sort of pre-Thanksgiving, since Charles won't be at the main gathering at my parents' place on Thursday.
The time of surgery fast approaches, will I or nill I.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "3600 seconds per hour. Not just a good idea, it's the law."\\
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