Dr. Mayo left me a message tonight (on a Sunday!), saying he needed to move my surgery up a week.
The new date is Monday, Nov. 3. Guess it's time to stop dragging my feet and start booking plane tickets and hotel reservations.
And maybe tell more people at work.
And find some decent slip-on, winter shoes.
And get a better attitude.
And a dozen other things that I now have 27 days to complete before I fly to Tacoma.
The good thing is that I'll be done with all this a week sooner. Very cool.