Chuck, Sorry about the house. That sucks. My wife still puts up with me. We both question her sanity on that one. We’ve been together so long we, basically, do our own thing. It just happens to be in the same house. We’re content. Going our separate ways would require too much effort. Little effort is my mantra these days. I thought I was crazy with two dachshunds, but five? Your brother has a lot of Zen. Too bad you won’t be at the conference. I’m taking a couple of days off to wander up there. The wife’s coming along to be the social ambassador. She says I’d piss too many people off if I went there alone. It’s nice to be loved. Hopefully, I’ll learn a lot. The brain needs a reboot. Maybe Patrick will drink with me. Heck, come to think of it, all booze is either fruits or vegetables. Sort of. For some reason, the mental picture of Patrick belting down a jigger of Jack makes me laugh. Sorry, Patrick. Dave