Early morning post. At 6:30, I'm scheduled for cataract surgery. I have the utmost faith in my surgeon, and expect to have a "normal" outcome. Of course, there's no breakfast until I am done. And no coffee! NO COFFEE! There are degrees of foreswearance to which no one should have to accede. But this too is survivable. Guess I just wanted to let you know that you are loved, and I'll see you (much better) soon!