Good morning, all! The alarm went off around 5 am, and I'm bathed and ready to see the doctor. I figure around 6:45 I'll look for a taxi to East 95th Street and get this shebang going. Mr Skip Kennon, talented composer and chef par excellence will pick me up around 9 am, and I should be home by 9:30 or 10 at the latest. I'm thinking about taking a peanut butter sandwich with me so as soon as I'm out of my coma I can eat something. I am starving!