Today at three p.m. i bid farewell to my tonsils. Well, less of a "farewell" and more of a "good riddance". They have proved to be nothing more than throatal swelling and pain and all manner of trouble for years and I welcome their demise. My sweet nephew Joseph has written a fitting memo commemorating the event. (He is a very witty 6-year-old with excellent writing skills and he's just figured out how to use a word processor. He's also quite proud to tell you he knows about silent 'e's, even if they don't legally belong. He is also learning cursive — it says "Joseph Coles" at the bottom and I adore his hand — such power in the stem of the 'h'!)
