Sleep, that certain knot of peace,
The balm of woe,
The prisoner's release.

I'm certain that's Elizabethan, but, for the life of me, I can't remember who wrote it, so, my apologies to the heirs and assigns of our certainly long-dead poetic contributor.

Yes, worked for far too may hours consecutively, and I had to sleep...sadly, I dreamed of rising gas prices, unpleasant.

On a happier note, we're getting more kinks knocked out, eventually I will be able to write and stop beating up some poor XML. Bear up a little longer :)