'Spaw, I'm glad to hear that you're recovering (I won't say recovering *nicely*, mind you), as is Amy. The #$@!-reduction candle series started up as soon as I found out you were in the medical hooscow. You and Karen will be careful on the drive home, I know.
The sleep apnea test is the best sleep I've ever had in a hospital, as they don't come barging in and throwing on the lights at some godforsaken hour. And even though sleeping with a CPAP mask on felt a little stupid at first, I sleep better, I don't snore (so everybody else sleeps better), and it keeps me from dying in my sleep.

LH, you have a point about the aimless blade of science, but I never saw such a huge look of relief on a kid's face as when I admitted to my son Daniel that there wasn't a literal corporeal guy squeezing down our skinny chimney. We're a family of pragmatic mystics, and the physics of the problem really bothered him. Saint Nicholas' existence? No problem.