Folks have been rummaging through their treasure caves all night, and if that ain't hunting, I dunno what is. As for the hundreds of man hours this has incurred, one staggers to realize what that would cost a patient on the couch. My traditional Easter dinner of hassenpfeffer got burnt as I battled the dust bunnies for hidden items of questionable identity. Thank goodness for burritos, the dinner you can scarf with one hand while you plow through boxes with the other!
I have to turn on the afterburners now, and jet on off to work, but I will be right back at it when I get home. I hope I don't make too many mistakes, misdelivering Ed McMahon's missives is entirely too easy when one has not slept.
Killdeer~ the diligent!