Apologies for the long delay, but real life intervened. Friday night I came down with some sickness that didn't make me sick. No outward signs at all. I went to bed and slept. Got up for a head break, and back to bed. Saturday morning the pattern continued. And Saturday afternoon. And Saturday night. And Sunday morning. And Sunday afternoon. And Sunday night. Monday morning I got up and for once didn't feel like going back to sleep. After two days of pretty much non-stop sleep, no food and nothing to drink I was finally operational again. The last two days were spent catching up on my '100 Years' research on the Paris Peace Conference. Today, after five days off, I was finally able to fly again. Happy as a clam, but I sometimes wonder if I'll ever get caught up with the current date.
Some people are born stupid. I've had to work hard my whole life to get this way. I'm proud of the job I've done