I woke up early on Wednesday morning, excited about the surgery I had scheduled at Moffitt. I wolfed down my breakfast of plain yogurt (even though the fine folks at Oikos would like me to believe that it’s “Anything But Plain” according to the label) with granola and fresh fruit, jumped in the shower, poured a to-go cup of coffee, and enjoyed a smooth and easy drive across town. I listened to music, marveled at the lack of traffic in the 6:00 hour, and found a perfect parking space on the third floor of the self-park garage outside the Gold valet area.
I strode to the nearby elevator