No bright tunnel of light, no golden escalator with old Fleetwood Mac mix tapes, no exclusive book and movie rights. I even forgot that I'd promised, if I were ever in dramatic straits, to ask for the intercession of Elizabeth Anscombe, one of God's noblewomen, who just needs a teeny-tiny documentable miracle in order to be beatified. I even blew THAT. I wasn't only nearly dead, I was really most sincerely dead.Wow! You really screwed up this time! ;') Welcome back! I'm glad you weren't subjected to old Fleetwood Mac mix tapes, unless it was from "Bare Trees" and earlier.
Prayers up, Mrs. Don-o