Okay, okay -- slow down, gents. It turns out that. . .
So when I got back from Mayo it was after hours Friday before Christmas. I was carrying a form for the dentist to attest that he had looked and there weren't any cooties in my mouth. But - it was frickin' Christmas break so the dentist didn't open 'til last Monday. And that's when he discovered the swamp growth in one of my fangs, so I had to have that yanked out this morning. Fine, but now the surgery ain't happening 'til 21 February.
Other detail: When I scheduled the cutting it was with Nancy's remaining vacation days in mind. She has to use 'em before the end of January. All was gonna be perfect -- until this change.
So last night Nancy looked at me and said: "You know, honey, how many times I've grumped that we never take a "real" vacation that doesn't include racing. We use up all of my time at Bville. That's okay, but since we've got this time already blocked out - - - let's go see my brother and his wife in Melborne Beach."
Gentlemen, I tell you this tidbit of sooth and ask that you harken carefully:
There are times when you should know to instantly fold your hand, smile, and go online to start shopping for tickets.We fly out next Wednesday.