Okay, fine, you win this battle. I must have killed hundreds of millions of your legion over the past week or two, but it seems that continued exposure to more of you combined with work-stress and personal-stress has turned the tide of the war.
(Yeah, I seem to be sick. It's not bad - fever of 101°F with body-aches, sore throat, and burning eyes - but it precludes my walking up to the office. At least it's warm enough - 65°F in Lawrence! - for the scooter to operate correctly. I have so much work to get done up there, and I can't do it all from home. Harumph.)
Here's wishing you're well,