Praise - thanks for the kind thoughts and I will try to find the thread of which you speak, but I don't think anything really needed to be changed other than my attitude. I just felt like throwing a whine and cheese party and Friday seemed like a good day for it. Besides I felt like venting in a manner that didn't require anyone to light any candles. Speaking of which: Spaw, maybe you should ask Cletus or Reg to pull whatever critter's been hiding in that orifice out of there - I think it's done.

Actually, now that I've yawped my yawp I feel a whole lot better (I understand I owe Max some dough and it will be sent shortly). Now that I consider it, I doubt that "the horrors" of my job will inspire any respectable folk songs, although Stan Rogers did come up with a pretty good one about life in the corporate lanes. . . And I actually enjoy watching my family eat; those boys don't know it yet, but I'm going to be sitting at their table some day. And I had my fling at full time music, so I can't even complain about that!

So my advice to anyone who is in a rotten mood is simple: come on in to the party, bitch your bitch, rant your rant, whine your whine and then get over it. Get on with doing what you have to do. Better days always seem to come around eventually and you waste a lot of time when you just sit around waiting to get to the good parts. That's the cheese part of the program, folks - cause in My Humble Opinion, life couldn't be gouda.

PS to Spaw - sorry to hear about your furry friend; sounds like you guys had a pretty good 20 year run. . .