They don't build 'em like they used to

Because my sawbones, Dr. Groh, builds 'em better than new.

Everything went well. No pain whatsoever — for the time being, anyway, because there is a nerve block which completely paralyzes the arm. I can't move it but on the other hand, since there is only another hand — sorry there's a joke in there someplace but I just can't find it right now — I also can't feel it.

They kept me in the recovery room for a long time because I did something called vagling. I'll tell you about it some other time.

Best of all, there was a text from Sandra, where Rooki is staying, that she met a boy named rooster and they chased each other around in circles in the ice and snow.

I sure do miss Junior.