I had to meet with my surgeon at Huntsman Cancer Hospital a few days ago for my post-surgery follow-up appointment. I chose to wear a bow tie-covered wood Bow Tie o’ the Day and my “Vaxxed And Masked For Your Protection” Facemask o’ the Day for my brief hospital visit. According to my doctor, I am still not allowed to lift more than 10 pounds for yet another month. Other than that, I passed my evaluation with neon flying colors. My scar is healing well, my pain is receding, and I didn’t lose an unhealthy amount of weight during my ordeal. I thanked my surgeon for her help and skill, and then I told her, “Don’t take it personally, but I hope I never in my life have to see you again!” She completely understood.
BTW Merry birthday to my nearly-elderly nephew, Travis. Even though he’s now a highfalutin’ Stake President, he still freely admits he loves me. As a birthday gift to him, today I will not tell any embarrassing anecdotes about his caped escapades as a child. But trust me—they were legendary. I even saw him fly (in his Batman cape) from the window of a moving $50 Rambler once. But—like I said—for his birthday, I won’t tell that story about him.