Our son came through surgery today with flying colors. Cliff spoke with him briefly this evening after we got home from our ride; Jim's main complaint? He's dying for a smoke.
Does anyone else find it strange that we rode the motorcycle while our son was in surgery for a motorcycle injury? Oh well.
And Cliff? Well obviously, he's not doing too bad, since we were gone on the motorcycle from 10 AM until 4:30 PM. He does admit, however, to his stomach still "feeling funny". And also, he's glad I made the doctor appointment for him on Monday.
I just thought my readers would like to know.