I just finished typing a 2 hour response to the break in life that I have been taking part in lately, only to have it erased with nothing more than a click of my wayward mouse. Perhaps that was my hint that the world wasn't ready for what I had to say. I don't know. I have things to finish for the return of my father and his "internet girlfriend". So I can't retype it. I'm still alive. I'm still taking breaths. I am no longer wearing the hot size 11 jeans I once did, but I am here. Stay tuned. You're not gonna want to miss this.