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I've been meaning to write this post all day but life got in the way. A good friend of mine, one whom I've only known a short time, will undergo surgery tomorrow to have a tumour removed from his brain. It is, thankfully, benign but still inconveniently positioned. We're chatting now as I write and he told me about three shoutouts he got today. I just hope he knows that I'm not doing this because others have.

It's hot today and I'm sweating profusely and I'm really not in the literary mood, so I'll leave it at this humble statement:

"I'm thinking of you and praying for you mate. Stay strong and I'll talk to you next week."