All good thoughts.

Tomorrow is my husband’s knee surgery. As you may recall he gallantly gave up his surgery date for me since I needed a pretty urgent knee repair. We share the same surgeon. The man who saved my left knee. He and I are both hoping he’s now managed to save the right.

So I made him like two gallons of granola. When he made the original appointment for my husband he asked, “Is Julia still making granola?” Hint. Hint. You see, I’d made him a whole lot of granola out of gratitude after my last surge...