Required fart did not arrive on-time, plus I’m still coughing a bunch (from the residual headcold-turned-mean from last week) and that might be irritating my incision. So I am in hospital one more night and can go home in the morning, assuming all is well.
Tom likes this plan, for it means he can go see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith tonight while our friend J stays with the boys. Then he’ll stay in Jackson overnight and pick me up from the hospital first thing in the morning.
