<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn is mite sized but quite the might!  I smile at her.<strong>“All that sounds quite workable.  I don’t know what time I’m on any more.  Basically I tell myself it is time to sleep and then I wake 6 hours later.  The only challenge is trying to decide if I should say ‘good morning’ when I wake.”</strong><br/><br/>I chuckle.<strong>“If you’re a Lord Peter Wimsey fan, the books I’m sure you know, I’d rather like to have a Bunter.  Someone who helps one with scheduling, things like that.  I’m not sure Bunter had a sense of humor.  My Bunter would.”</strong><br/><br/>I look around as if to share a secret.<strong>“I’ve been watching Jekesai.  I may have detected a flaw. . . . The humor thing.  She seems very serious.  Of course, we have presented her with serious matters.  The threat to you—knife at your throat.  Then falsely imprisoned.  Hard to be smiling through that.  Gallows humor as it were.  That would be needed.”</strong>I shake my head.<br/><br/><strong>“And I quote:  <em>“So this is it," said Arthur, "We are going to die." "Yes," said Ford, "except... no! Wait a minute!" He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur's line of vision. "What's this switch?" he cried.  "What? Where?" cried Arthur, twisting round. "No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all.” </em>  Hee-hee!  Or how about the doctor has told me the good news, they’re going to name the deadly disease after me.”</strong>*Wink*<br/>