About ready to hit the road one more time, and I wish I could see Bruce without having to go into that hospital environment again. If I’ve had enough of that place, I can only imagine what my son is going through, now that he’s been there for over twelve weeks. The idea that it could be another twelve (according to one of his docs) is too much to process right now. But here’s something encouraging that I learned from Uncle Bob this past weekend: His before-the-England-trip stress test results were very good. So that means if we eat smart, don’t smoke and get regular exercise, we can overcome our family history of predisposition to cardio-vascular disease. That’s a message not just to me, but to my whole Clan!