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 It's a well-acknowledged fact that no author can write fast enough to fill the demand for good books by their readers. As such, let me present to you a book a I beta-read for a friend, and happily bought and read again for enjoyment when it came out. 

Nick Nethery's Relics of the Fallen is all of the scifi, all of the military camaraderie, none of the romance, and all of the humour, including some hilarious digs at the city of Killeen as only someone who's been stationed there could do. Also, heartwarming family interactions that make me strongly suspect they were pulled from real life, because they read real and true.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FM8HRD5J/&tag=httpbayoure09-20

...and you know what happens when you've been away from blogger for months? I can't figure out how to upload an image anymore. They "improved" it. Click the link to see the cover, eh?

To Paraphrase Samwise Gangee

 "Well, we're home."

Surgery went well, recovery had a few complications, all handled. We overnighted not far from the hospital so he could get some rest (catch up on sleep compared to blood tests every 4 hours) and drove home today. 

Friends of mine talk about the ADHD tax - the extra they spend because they forgot things until the last minute, or lost track of something and had to get another (a common complaint to all mechanics and certain sizes of sockets). I have discovered the introvert tax: the freeway from Dallas to Fort Worth was travelling at speed, clear of jams, and yet I still ended up taking the tollway because it got me away from That Guy in a BMW who didn't believe in turn signals or reasonable lane changes. After he nearly wiped out a car 40 feet in front of me with nowhere I could dodge that wasn't into another vehicle... 

The controlled access of the expressway seemed like a bargain at twice the price to be away from him, and the future organ donor on the rice rocket, and the semi that wasn't too keen on staying in any lane...

Dallas is a lovely place to visit. I am very, very glad to be home with my love, where the only irate and unpredictable critter is an ancient arthritic Kili-cat who's swinging between "I love you!" and "I'm going to follow you from room to room so you can see I'm snubbing you!"

Next up: healing, followed by physical therapy, followed by more surgery. I'd include Young Frankenstein jokes in that timeline, but to be honest, I already started those the first time I lost track counting the number of staples in him. "It's ALIIIIVE!"