My sweet neighbour that I house/cat sit for occasionally, dropped by out of the blue tonight for a short visit and told me she's having a double mastectomy on Monday. She has Stage 3 breast cancer. She was diagnosed in October. She's unbelievably calm. She's goine back to her place to bake a batch of praline shortbread cookies before she goes to bed. She's bringing me some tomorrow. . . . Merry Christmas?