I know

and, no, I am not channeling myself from a hospital bed.  It wasn't quite that time when I wrote this, but feel I have a general enough grasp to know where I'll be about now.

In all likelihood, I've checked in, gotten my bracelet, waited, waited some more, played a few games of WWF and finally headed back to the presurgical area. I've changed into nothing but that slinky (ha!), no, skinny thin gown and I'm prone on the gurney.  

I'm sure the IV has been started and maybe there's a little relaxing cocktail flowing right about now. Pete's looking at me, holding my hand and waiting for the moment that the nurse guides him to the waiting room.  He's prepared, probably moreso than me.  He has healthy snacks (trail mix, no less), his Latin textbook (which had gone missing…Cait had borrowed it, go figure) and both phones so that he can send text, Facebook and Twitter updates.

Now, they are probably ready to go.  I'm slightly tired, maybe a bit more relaxed and while I won't say giddy, well, maybe just a bit?  After all, this has been planned for so long and it's falling into place just as it should.  I may have a few weeks of slightly painful recovery, but I have the best family, awesome friends (everywhere) and a recliner to beat all recliners (can't wait to take my first snooze in it).  Then there is the year away, which will not be filled with sadness due to Pete's absence, but excitement about our upcoming tour and maybe a few fun trips here and there.

What can I say? It's been a rough road, but I've had so much help along the way.  And, now that I am drifting off, I can only think of how lucky I am in so many respects and thank all of you who have been so supportive, whether planning meals, taking my gaggle for the weekend or just sending me message after supportive message…and now I think it's time for that nap.

See you soon!