Woke up and it wasn't a chelsea morning. It was more like a chewy morning with momentum to gather when the packard guy gets it that hewlett is part of the deal. It doesn't matter because wood was already present, kind of the equivalent of I got you, babe on groundhog day. Funny how quickly the chantpleure begins (I didn't know what that means, either - think Johnny Ray, cry while singing) but its all in your head because Opie (tangential connection to Parenthood) took those hearts of ours out and stomped on 'em. Can't help but think there's a little Zeek Braveman in most pre-boomers ("These kids are kindergartners, you could light your own fart and they would think you were Einstein. Come on!"). But it was right before lunch that the true measurement of the liferoad traveled became perfectly clear. Make me never stop demonstrating how coveted and sacred life is here. How much wood . . . .(something about a woodpecker . . .). )D ): - - - (@)(@) 4:20