Deliverance

God, what a week.

Worst pain you can imagine. The drug-induced haze that helps calm the stones. A nasty little brush with a forgotten memory.

But it's all right now. I've learned my lesson well. Plus, deliverance is coming. Two more days. Two more days.

My wish for you is that you never experience kidney stones. You have all the pain of something serious, but none of the fear of it being something serious. In other words it's much ado about nothing.

But you feel awful. Alone. Spent.

That's OK, though. Come Sunday, it will all be worth it.

Oh, there's some fun stuff to do before then. College football returns tomorrow. If nothing happens, I'll head up to Dean's house about noon. Wall-to-wall ball. Can't wait.

The Volunteers (yawn) will play at California on Saturday night. Drew's out there to root on the Big Orange. I'm ambivalent anymore.

We won't be at Boomsday on Sunday night. No, the evening I have in mind is something more special than that.

Old friends reuniting. We'll gather together in the Old City, throw back some drinks, and spend two hours warmed by the sweet Appalachian glow of the purtiest voice you've ever heard.

Deliverance.