And a wee postscript for my darlin' Amos --

There's always method in my madness (and madness in my method) and usually a grand excuse for my tardiness in 'bookkeeping' . . . The fellas who are supposed to fix the tile in the laundry room and bathroom have been here -- with their (bloody) jackhammers -- for the last two days, AND I've had Dear Hubby, suffering from an abcessed tooth (someone explain this 'man-thing' about not calling the oral surgeon two weeks ago when he was supposed to...), moaning, groaning, and needing to be waited on hand and foot (the poor sod) . . .

You know how much I love Moon On The Hill, 'cuz I told you so! It's in the Book now, so you can put down that brick that you hit me in the side of the head with . . . ;-)

Hugs, snogs, and two kisses on all your wunnerful cheeks, TGG