Still on standby for the guys to finish at work and send over the materials that need to be reviewed and compiled.In the meantime, this is looping in my head:
“‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimbel in the wabe:/All mimsy were the borogoves,/and the mome raths outgrabe.”
Happy birthday, me. Beware the Jabberwock, all.