The voices in your head told the voices in my head to type that.
[they’ve got a real party line going on up there]
;D
Well, my voices are telling me that I need to get my hiney out of here and get to work.
I’ll be at the top of a ladder for the rest of the day doing mindless rain gutter cleaning therapy. It’s either that, or Prozac. I think I’ll sweat the ladder :-)