Sweetest relief

    So Dad's surgery went really, really well. A few hours later, he was talking, clearly and cogently. He knew who he was and where he was and that he hadn't eaten since 5 pm the previous day. (Dangit!) My brother Malcolm Jr. had driven down from Boston and though he couldn't make it in time to see Dad before the procedure, he was there in time to visit afterwards. Sister Anne and nephew James are flying down tomorrow, coincidentally on my birthday. She's having her gall bladder out on the 1st. Given the run of fiascoes hitting the Dantzler family, I almost feel like apologizing that the only disaster in my life personally is my life personally.