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'Nuff said - for now. We had the flu go through here last week, amongst other fun bits. For a while it was touch and go, and we were each looking for our own buckets. But things have settled down. For now. So tonight, while the rest of you are enjoying your Happy VD, my lovely bride and I will be attending my second Wild hockey game (in history - not second hockey game period, just second in the X), and this time we're in a luxury box. Free drinks, free food, free ... well, pretty damned much everything. No, you can't pee on the ice. But it's a lot closer than those nose-bleed seats we were in last time. Maybe more pictures later this week...
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