As I write this, my Dad should be nearly finished his surgery to remove his lung. I spoke with him on the phone the other night to wish him well in his lung removal. Hopefully his wife Lee will call tonight to tell me all went well with the major procedure. Apparently he should only be in hospital for a week, not three as he originally was informed. Here's keeping fingers and toes crossed for the best results possible.
Seems our Prime Minister fucked up royally (no pun intended) by not attending the funeral of King Hussein of Jordan over the weekend. He chose to stay in Whistler, B.C. to complete his family ski trip, then use the excuse of being too far away to make the connecting flights on time to get to Amman. Heck, even Deathbed Yeltsin made an appearance. I suspect Jean Chretien's reign as the most 'poopoolar' leader in Canadian history is in its twilight.
Wiarton Willie update: Turns out the stiff in the miniature coffin was one of Willie's predecessors, Wiarton Wilbur, who they had embalmed for just such an emergency. It's a rodent, people! Get a life!
Not a large entry today. Brain is in low ebb creatively.
I'd like to know where winter disappeared to. It's been well above normal, temperature wise, for the last couple of weeks. There's barely been a flake in the air, save from those who aren't using Denorex.