Bree and I got up at 4:15. Car came on time, we were at Mt. Sinai on Union Square by 5 - 1/2 hr. early. Waited, filled out forms, waited more until Bree got called for pre-op. (Made a joke: “I love my wife, but oh you kidney.”) Stayed w/ her to talk to anastheseologist and doctor. They took her in around 7:40. Went down the street to Think Coffee for breakfast, looked at the “I Ain’t Got Nobody” section for a bit, and started reading over an older chapter I want to send to someone to read. Hospital called as I was walking back. Bree was out of surgery by 9 or so; they were able to do the less invasive procedure, thank God, with no incision or drainage back, which simplifies recovery and will be a lot less stressful for both of us. Saw her briefly, still groggy (+ w/ sore throat) from anesthesia. Went back to waiting room, spoke to doctor briefly, went in to take her home after about 45 min. (Read Lee, to p. 97, in various waiting periods.) She drank a bunch of apple juice and was able to dress herself; held on to my arm walking out, but not too bad. Got her some tea and Starbucks, then cab, called dad en route. I did a couple of chores immediately, but she was able to make her own eggs. Went for a few groceries and picked up her antibiotic. Then was able to lie down. Put on the Mann/Leo podcast w/ Ian Mackaye; it annoyed me on a couple counts, but why get into it? Napped a bit, not long, considering when we got up. Actually managed to work 30-40 min. on the horn charts (the trick key change in the bridge) after exactly a week off for my illness, rehearsal/show, preparing for the surgery. (Only completely missed 2 writing days.) Watched an Ed Wynn short and 1/2 of Oh, You Beautiful Doll (John L. Stahl, 1947) w/ Bree at her request; a quasi-biopic of Fred Fisher, who wrote e.g. “Come Josephine in My Flying Machine,” “Your Feet’s Too Big,” &c. In the late-‘40s period-musical vein, almost entirely an excuse for exploiting old catalogs. Read more Lee, scrawled a poem, lights out. Put on Hank Jones - cool blues-w-bridge called “An’ Then Some.”