Thank you, Chris.
I just spoke to my sweet old Dad on the phone. He doesn't know I'm going to be at the hospital tomorrow. He says he doesn't like people to fuss, but he really gets a lot of pleasure out of seeing that we actually care about him.

I told him I'd be thinking about him tomorrow, and he said, "Oh, it's nothing. Just an interview." Stanch, stiff upper lipped Brit.
I'll let you know the news tomorrow night. If it's good, party at my place. If it's bad, party at my place.
xoxo ellis