Tom and the gang are still sitting around the breakfast table. No, they didn't succumb to a slow and painful death from writer's-block asphyxiation. It's been a freak-in busy two weeks. I had to take medical board exams (once every six years). While I was focusing on studying, my new clinic almost went bankrupt . . . one more time. So, I've been distracted in other words. But the exam is over (don't know if I passed yet) and the company is solvent once more. So, I hope to slap the faces of Michael, David, Tom, Randal, Debra and Greg . . . and wake them up before the week-end is over.