There was no March 24 and there's no Faux-fana, banana-fana - paint's dry. Four effen days of wind, bone chilling, awaiting from 6am to ? and now it's done and it's beauty grande. Numb trying to watch Jimmer and later the demise of the Blue Devils but today is back to living the dream, except for the restore and mollify chores. El quito muy bueno. It's not that seniorlater makes one immune to hanging around while paid help does what self once did, but the sheer chaos associated with it needs a day or two to resume living the dream. Today is just a glance at when meloxicam doesn't do the trick but for now, THJ!