Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
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Silly me. But I have an excuse. I spent most of the day with my neighbors scrubbing the bottom of our community pool with acid. The "contractor" we hired did not do his job - and is not getting paid. We have to start filling tomorrow or we won't make our opening day next Saturday.
My brain cells may currently be chemically altered...