My fault, gang. Many apologies from England (and Granite Bay, for that matter).

I'm at the tail end of my third 16 hour day in a row (my project went to hell Tuesday). The crisis is now averted (one would think it tough to get into a crisis on a 16 mo bridge construction project, but you haven't met my contractor or my client), and I'm going to bed.

I will get in my orders tomorrow, and tomorrow night, I look forward to asking most of you what game you're watching when the guy so beautifully (truly) telling you all that he's not the problem grows two and the guy he's pointing to as the big threat loses one. Almost makes me wonder if Wayne Bailey is playing under an alias.

Sleep well (though you should all be sleeping well right now).

Frank