I am smoking a smoke. Listening to classical music this Thursday morning early dawn. Coffee is being made for hubby, caught up upstairs with his ablutions and loo issues. He is really not doing that great. Sigh. He may need meds to tell you the turht to return to work. That is just what i think because he seems very depressed deep down. I brought him coffee upstairs. We are real drug addicts and this is why we are n such poor shape. Keeping a job, a serious job, while smoking so much is going to be a challenge. I hope all goes well. Om mani peme hung and amen!