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H should be coming out of surgery right about now. Although I'm confident things are going fine, she was a little worried about the anesthesia. I'm on my way back to the hospital now and will know more in a couple hours.

A knock at the door . . .

H and I look at each other as if to say, 'what the hell was that?'

I: Do I have to put pants on to answer that?

Freakout averted: It's your stuff in a box labelled 'Dam Straight', mountainfreak . . .