Monday, Aug. 30, 2004
Dear Diary:

Stress.

So. Much. Stress.

First off, bless each and every one of you for your kindness and concern. You have no idea how much it meant to me to open my diary this morning and see those notes.

My computer died two weeks ago. Every time one thing is fixed another breaks so I've bitten the bullet and ordered another. It will take about ten days to get it here and to get my software installed, so it's occasional visits to an internet cafe for me, mostly spent writing apologetic e-mails to my business clients who are wondering wtf I've been doing.

That's a big bag o' fun.

We finally, finally got Our Personal Moat filled in a week ago, only to have even more biblical rains which have created construction problems too boring to recount. Just let me say that the spousal unit is at the end of his tether. If any of you have any weather mojo, please avert the rains which have us under a flood warning here.

Flood warning. Two words you never, ever want to hear when your yard is a sea of very, very soft mud, mud that's not giving the support new cement posts require.

There is good news, though.

I got to visit my surgeon in Montreal and I really like him. He's at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal, which is a teaching hospital, and that means top grade care. There was a surgeon from Alberta, another from Chicago in the room for my examination, doctors who are learning my doctor's techniques.

As an extra added bonus, the Royal Victoria is this huge, sprawling gothic style building. I just know that in a basement laboratory there has to be a Dr. Frankenstein of some sort doing creepy experiments.

It sounds as if I'm going to lose a big hunk of nose skin--something in the range of a half inch by a quarter inch, maybe more, and there may be a skin graft involved.

Sept. 21 is snozzapalooza day, the day I have my surgery. I feel calm and relaxed about it because I have such faith in the man.

So don't worry. I'm fine, just hobbled by technology. And weather.

And again, I'm moved and buoyed by your messages.

--Marn

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