Tomorrow, Mrs. Foot goes under the knife for a lumpectomy and sentinel node dissection. She seems upbeat, and I remain confident of her recovery abilities. Her mood was somewhat dampened by the little "So You're Going to Be Knocked Out and Sliced Open" pamphlet she received from her surgeon, informing her that she may not imbibe alcoholic beverages during the 24 hours immediately before the surgery. This means she only has about one hour left to slam as many bloody Marys as possible.
Speaking of slamming bloody Marys, I will now turn this ThunderJournal over to OPG.