Things may be quiet here for a while as Miche & I have more pressing things to worry about right now. I've not wrote about this before because, well, it just didn't seem fitting. The closest I got to it was this post.
Miche's Dad will endure seven hours of surgery tomorrow to remove a rather large tumor from a salivary gland near his jaw. He goes in at 8:30 AM.
Now, he's a strong man, despite his age; he walks the dog every day and plays golf five days a week. There's every reason to assume that things will be fine. Nevertheless, we will not settle until it's over and done with.
My thoughts, as you'll appreciate, are not on writing right now.