We’ve been here before, trucking through a gut-deep gratification. My primary concern at present, any time now, while you forget just what to say that I don’t wonder at, is really that what I needed to get taken care of won’t prevent any confusion, concern, secret mess, hurtful or snarky trouble, etc. We potentially are where things stand— one tucked in the other, messing with being but without leaving it open. I appreciate that, and I apologize, just waiting to cut it out.