Phred called me at work about 20 minutes ago. Things didn't exactly go as he wanted them to, but "hey, I lived, anyway," he said. He is out of surgery, but they found some blockages angioplasty could not correct. He's to not move for the next 4 1/2 hours so the hole can fill in or "set" and then he'll be back in a room.

He does not know what will happen next, no one has divulged anything like that, and he's not in the position to chase anyone down and ask. They may send him home before the next "whatever will happen," we just don't know.

He says "Thanks for all the prayers, folks, and for caring."

I'll check back in much later in the day, when he won't be quite as doped up (his speech was a little slower, you could tell), and maybe will know more.