I'm listening to The Braves; biting fingernails. We could sure
use this one; trying to get home field advantage for the 
second level of the playoffs. I just ate some pretzels with
mustard, and now I'm having a tootsie pop. Things here are
good. Joan is one room over, pleased to be back with her
computer. I got it fixed for her and she is happily dumping 
things off a couple of laptops onto it.