Sitting here in my hospital room, awaiting the 1000 HRS start time for the surgery. The Doc says I will be out of it for at least a couple of days due to the pain medication, and he REALLY suggests that I not post while under the influence of same. I had to laugh at that. How would anybody tell the difference? I toyed with the idea of writing my own valediction, or at least some sort of summation of my philosophy, but I truly don't believe that God is done with me yet. Besides, even in the event that God disagrees, what better valediction could I have than my kids, my life's work, my writing and my friends? None. And it is to you, my friends, that I would just like to say thanks. Thanks for the prayers. Thanks for the generous subscriptions that have enabled me to stay in the fight. Thanks for the support. Thanks, for everything. At this moment, I am just overcome with sentiment for all of the support and trust you have given me and words are so inadequate to the occasion. So all I can say is thanks, and I'll see you on the other side of this thing, no matter how it turns out. It is, in any case, all in God's hands.
LATER: While I'm out of it, look for updates on my situation at David Codrea's War on Guns blog and always be sure and go to his daily National Gun Examiner column.