Okay, here it is, 11:30 a.m. out in the Sandhills, and I'm taking off, for Thanksgiving in town. I dunno how long I'll be gone, but it's reasonable to assume until about 3:00 p.m.
Alas, it's going to be a primitive-free Thanksgiving, as the primitive is too ill to bring down here, from the nuthouse up in South Dakota.
But whatever; there's always a story to be found in everything.