As the Robert Burns poem goes---"The best laid plans o' mice and men gang aft aglay"
Well all my plans went south when I got a call about an hour before heading out to the hospital that the good doctor had the flu and didn't think he should do the surgery on the 8th. I was nonplussed to say the least. Lots of effort went into making all the arrangements. But I certainly want the surgeon to be in top form for try number 3 so it's back to work and all the normal bits of life until April 30.
The good news is that camping for Laura's birthday is going to be much easier!!!
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