There's just a few more hours...

...that's all the time I've got...a few more hours... before Chris picks me up to whisk me off to Hanneman Hospital in Philadelphia. I should be sleeping, but I knew I wouldn't. They'll knock me out and then won't be able to get me awake because I"ll be sleep deprived. Imagine a two hour ride home and I can't talk! It's incomprehensible. Not sleeping provides a chance to catch up on a few loads of laundry. Being home for a few weeks provides endless possibilities. But fear pervades it all. The only reason to do this is so I can continue singing. Otherwise, it wouldn't matter a hill of beans. OH, I discovered another new food stuff - cicerchia - Italian chick peas. Cook them in the crock pot with a slab of pork and lots of garlic and add canned tomatoes. Good eatin! I had them for lunch then fixed myself a nice shrimp teriyaki dinner for my last meal. Now I have to starve until after surgery. No food, no water, what's with the prison routine before surgery? I am trying to decide whether to shower now or do it a 3 a.m. to help keep myself awake. In circumstances like these, just getting from one day to the next is a conundrum! After it's all over, there'll be new conundrums. Did they bury Michael Jackson yet? Probably during my confinement, while I can't laugh, I'll hear more about that than I care to. What do you mean it's not still news? There's just a few more hours...