Adam, Big Damn Hero that he is, is having a bit of minor surgery on Monday morning. It's nothing serious; just a cyst in his right index finger that with either turn out be on a tendon or on a nerve. "Nothing major," the hand surgeon said. "But there is a chance you could lose feeling in your finger."

Fabulous.

Adam doesn't understand what all the fuss is about: why does he have to be given drugs that will keep him awake and sedated, but not let him remember the proceedure? Why is everyone making a big deal about a little cut on his friggin' hand? Why can't he eat after midnight on Sunday?

The last question's the most troubling. He's a thin guy with a fast metabolism. He needs to eat constantly, or he becomes Shakes, the Whiny Unhappy Guy.

It's a real Jekyl and Hyde personality, though I think Mr. Hyde would be more reasonable about the food issue. If he's hungry enough, Shakes will show no qualms in ripping into the throat of an innocent bystander to sate his appetite. He'd actually eat a baby and call it a snack. Shakes? Is scary. We're both kind of worried about sending that guy into surgery.

So we're planning ahead. Sunday will be an orgy of stuffing only rivialed by Thanksgiving for gluttony levels. Breakfast, Second Breakfast. Dinner, Supper, Afternoon Tea. They're all on the menu. I've got to start shopping now...

But Adam's most looking forward to schuduled 9:30 p.m. breakfast burrito from Chilacas. Eggs. Bacon. Cheese. Green chile. "Pop!" he says, because he thinks it's rolled rapture. And he's been very protective of his Final Burrito. Very protective. To the point that when we were discussing plans for Sunday in e-mail today, he brought it up. Constantly.

From: Adam Wolf
To: Sarah Wolf
I'm sorry for being a burden. But I'm the one getting cut on. And I don't want to give up my burrito time.

From: Sarah Wolf
To: Adam Wolf
Nobody's asking you to give up your precious burrito time.

From: Adam Wolf
To: Sarah Wolf
Burrito. Time.

From: Sarah Wolf
To: Adam Wolf
Listen to me. It's going to be okay. It'll be an orgy of stuffing Adam, ending with your fabled breakfast burrito of the gods. Jesus. You'll go into the surgery stuffed with green chile.

From: Adam Wolf
To: Sarah Wolf
Maybe some of it will ooze out my finger wound.

From: Sarah Wolf
To: Adam Wolf
"Sir, he's hemmoraging chile!"

"We need an 80cc transfusion of green chile, STAT!"

"Starting chile line infusion now, Dr. McDreamy."

"Don't you go bland on me, Wolf. Don't you go bland on me today. Dr. Yang, I need an update."

"40ccs administered. Spiciness levels are holding at 90%."

"That's not good enough. Push five ccs of habeñero."

"But sir, that's an experimental spice booster."

"Do it."

"Spiciness levels are at 96%."

"Dr. Yang, you are an intern and I am a seasoned attending. Never question me= when it comes to treating chile hemmorages."

"But sir,"

HE GIVES HER THE BLUE EYES OF McDREAMY DEATH!

"I'm sorry sir. I'm from California, I don't know any better."

"Thank you, Dr. Yang."

From: Adam Wolf
To: Sarah Wolf
Yeah, we watch too much McDreamy. Also, burrito.