Me three, my cher lifeboat survivor sufferers! The dreaded tables of morbidity tell me clearly that I shall probably never live long enough to actually utilize all of those lovely tax losses I took this year and last. Oh well, on the sunny side of other guarantees: What goes up must come down, however what goes down does not always come back up unless it is an excess of champagne or ripple, the sun shall come up tomorrow, this too shall pass, our ships will come in someday unless they were designed by the same fine folks who gave us the Titanic or are being captained by that Italian fellow who steered the Costa ship into the rocks or by a guy named Brian.

Sun is shinning , wood to be cut. It gets little better than this here in el paradisio.

Doc