I don’t suppose a person can announce an upcoming medical procedure, then fail to relate the outcome: we’ve been given no reason to expect anything but improvements.

Whereupon… I feel frivolous enough to also report on Saturday’s Coronation.

Like the Duke of Sussex, I hopped a flight to London and scurried to the Abbey.  Unfortunately, same seating fate as Harry, behind someone with a plume, so you may have missed my own face on the telly.

Should you fain doubt what I’ve just told, I invite you to reacquaint yourself with my post concerning my deep and decades-long relationship with Charles R.

Petty jealousy, don’t fall victim to it…