Oooh, my goodness. This has been quite an ordeal. I've not met Harley in person--yet--but I feel like I know him through you, GMuxx. I sat here at home twisting my hair into knots waiting for you to say all is well. Now I'll spend the rest of my life with my 3/4 of my head covered in dreadlocks, thank you very much.

I'm worried about you sleeping in the car. Now that Harley is expected to be just fine, I have this to make me twist my hair into knots. Maybe I'll have a full head of dreadlocks after all.

Keep us posted.