Mike Canter is dealing with health matters and I’m relying on airplane wifi, so today’s column will be shorter than usual. That’s probably better for everyone, since less of me is often a good thing. It’s certainly the case for my 13-year-old, whose recovery from dual-stage spinal fusion in December has progressed to a more rigorous physical therapy regimen that I have the joy of overseeing.
She chose not to respond when asked if she was glad she wouldn’t see me again until Saturday, which is more demure than she could have been. Or, for that matter, than what a good deal of my “fans” would be if told I was taking a break.