For those of you who didn’t hear me screaming from the roof tops, I’ll be out of rehab come Saturday.  I’ve done very well in rehab, mainly because I’ve been uncharacteristically well behaved these past few weeks.  Of course I’m motivated by the promise of a nice sirloin steak and a glass of pinot noir.   Figger that’s not too far off in the future. Maybe even a rob roy,

Given that I don’t get around with the facility I once had, maybe you’ll come visit me at the house… I promise not to whine and carry on…  and the coffee’s on me…  bb