That is wonderful, Nigel. You know, I think about you, Ann and Jane every single day, no kidding. It's strange. Sometimes I'll be playing guitar, washing dishes, trying to understand the logic of geese or staring into space, and boom, there y'all are.

I banged my foot into a chair leg a few days back. I kinda squinted my eyes, gritted my teeth and worked hard to avoid voicing a string of expletives mostly gathered from friends of my youth who had colourful vocabularies in English, French and Italian for just such occasions. Infinitely small potatoes in light of the concerns you carry and the courage you continue to show. Semper fidelis, buddy.