The Mayor's surgery is today, this morning, right now.
He went for his pre-op visit yesterday and while there, introduced himself to the nurse, the technician and the anesthesiologist.
He told each of them his full name and then, with a wide grin, added,
"But my nickname is The Mayor."He made them laugh with a spontaneous performance he called "Yoga Booty Ballet."
It involved an interesting assortment of lunging stretches and bottom gyrations.
"This makes my butt really strong," he said, sticking it way out.He was in an extraordinarily good mood, sparkling, shining, glowing.
He was absolutely radiant, alive with energy, bursting with life.
Though maybe I was just keenly aware of him in the way a mother will be in the moments leading up to the inevitable small cup of liquid versed and the time when the surgical suits wheel that small child away from you, through double locked security doors towards that thing they are calling the procedure.
Do me a favor, if you don't mind... hold The Mayor in the light today.