Thank you to all of you who dropped by with jokes or just positive thoughts. Surgery turned out to be more fun than I thought. In pre-op when an intern asked, “Do you mind if I examine you?” I said, “Sure, doc, have a ball!” which made him, the anesthetist, and a nurse laugh. Then in the operating room the doctor assured me that everything would be fine and I said, “Great, let’s put on some music and everyone have a drink on me.” No one had a drink but a tech in the corner did ask if I wanted some music. “Yeah,” I said, “what have you got?” He had a computer with, I think, internet access, meaning he could supply me with just about any music I asked for, even though I barely had time to enjoy it. With three deep breaths from a plastic mask I was gone. Earlier in the day I’d been listening to David Bowie. This may explain why I have vague memories of being barely conscious and saying, “Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, we know Major Tom’s a junkie” and several people laughing. This may or may not have really happened. Sordid details following.