Thank you.

Two little words. So much meaning.

Thank you. Thank you to everyone who dropped me an email to wish me well on the surgery. Thanks to everyone who held me in your good thoughts and prayers over the last week. Thanks for the flowers, and the food, and the understanding.

I went into this whole thing bathed in the light of real thankfulness, and maybe that’s why I’m feeling so great.

The surgery last Friday was uneventful — the whole thyroid came out, and I have a lovely incision mark at the base of my throat. I am working up a narrative to explain the scar that includes a) a biker bar fight, b) wild chickens, c) Elizabeth Taylor, and d)”you should have seen the other guy.” More on that later.

Truthfully, it’s not that bad — my surgeon said, “Oh, this scar will fade right into your neck fold.” Eyebrows raised (mine): “Neck fold? I have no neck fold! What you talkin’ about, Willis?” (one reads the People Magazine 80s Edition while recuperating, of course)

Today, I’m up and about doing all the normal things I do. Other than the bandage on my neck, a little hoarseness and a weariness at the end of the day, I’m good.

So, I’m looking forward to 2009 and am thankful (there’s that word again!) to have some exciting things to announce very shortly. Stay with me, will ya? Next year is going to be so much fun.

And, again — Thank you.