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to my one-e-chand, slammed it down in front of the varnish crate so that he couldn't get out. But with my stroke and everything, I was not always as stable as I should be, so I bid it big-time shell, almost rolled on top of the port, Andrew and the other crate. And Barney took off, sprinted down the sidewalk, luckily the vet guy saw it was happening, ran down and caught him and helped me get up and other than scraped me in the little sort of here and there. I lived. That's a good thing. Anyways, anything else for us there today, Steve, before we go on? Oh no, well sorry to hear of all your follies there, Dave, but I understand.