THREE DAYS.  

And . . . I am brain dead.  I am toast.  I am ash.  And behind on necessary-pages-got-through-today count.  I have produced Quality Page Tweakings . . . but not enough of them.  I really have cancelled my voice lesson this week—tomorrow—whimper—but I can't spare the two hours or the energy.  Very annoying really when I have spent some time* learning to shout HE WAS DESPISED!  (Are you hearing me?)  AND REJECTED! into gaps in the conversation.  (A man of sorrows!  And acquainted w...