. . . but don't worry about me. I'll be plenty warm where I am going . . . and no Dennis . . . I'm not going to Hell because I still insist on splitting wood horizontally. My wife and some friends will be in ManchVegas tomorrow and then it's off to the sunny southern Carribean for some down time . . . some fun in the sun . . . unless our ship's engine catches on fire in which case I may be pooing in a bag, peeing in the shower and fighting off angry hordes of hungry folks for a single hot dog.