Ok, it is time to take a can opener to the brain of the funda for it seems to be trapped within a hermetically sealed skull lately. As if a shower of crazy glue fell upon thoughts while they were sleeping (or just not paying attention*)   and everything has become some sort of mental still art, sill art, silly fart, still smart? (I think not, which is half the battle).

This, as noted, is a side note. Had it been an actual note, or even a mid-note, you would have been notified more directly. Time to call central casting for technical support. Hoist the main sails, side sails, whatever. Fool speed ahead.




* Inflation is terrible, even the price of attention keeps going up.