Mom is doing OK. The doctors say her surgery went well. We go back for part two next Monday the 20th (or Sunday night if our call time is 6:30 a.m. as it was this week). We won't really know how it worked until January 4th, which is when they'll remove her sutures and switch on the device.

In the meanwhile, BK is sick, I am sick, we are all exhausted but what can we do? I went to sleep at 9:30 last night and dreamt dreams that you don't need to be a Freudian to figure out. Hell, you don't even have to know how to spell Freudian to figure them out.

We are the sandwich generation because our parents were the divorce generation.