Thanks, y'awl. Yoost checkin'. Jobob, sorry you feel crappy--maybe it will do its worst before the weekend, a perverted sort of hope, I grant. MP, hope the job thing's coming along nicely, as my Grandma Minnie used to say (as in "How's Auntie Fran, Grandma?" "She's coming along nicely").
"My predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved;I have been given much and I have given something in return...Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and an adventure." O. Sacks