This is Billiam the Conqueror with an update for you. Here's an e-mail I received from Shrub;
At the moment B, I'm headed back to the hospital. The old caged foot looks like shit and your intrepid correspondent feels the same.
He needs our prayers. I for one, miss his smiling type and his well considered thoughts. Let us pray that our Shrub gets well, and that any medical procedure that is performed is successful, and gives him some relief. He's become someone I'd like to meet sometime in the future, and I'd like him to be around. Your prayers will make that a reality. Thanks all.
