Dale's going in for surgery today (or it could be that he's already gone...the six hour time difference is often confusing) and some people are emailing around for prayers.

Yes. I suppose. I can certainly understand Heather being worried; that's proper and good behaviour in a wife. But for the rest of us: really, for pete sake. It's laproscopic day surgery. Keyhole stuff.

Some people should really just learn to suck it up.

Nevertheless...

Ave Maria gratia plena...

etc.

(Dale: get out of bed and back to blogging you slacker!)