It was one of those days with a slough of minor to medium irritants and then the phone rang. The Dialysis clinic wanted to know if I wanted my chest lines taken out on Good Friday morning over in Orillia. I had heard that some patent over at the Barrie satelite clinic had been told his chest lines would come out in September and I had been trying to get my brain ready for a long wait for mine to be taken out. It was difficult to do since it might mean losing another summer of swimming. But now I have the retoration of swmmming for this summer and I am over the moon about this.