Somewhat... I opened up my office this week. Sure enough, the lunatics were frothing at the mouth, trying to get in to see someone aboutt their perceived problem(s). My problem was that I was not mentally and/or emotionally and/or spiritually ready for them. For the past 2-plus months, my days have consisted of waking up... sometimes at 8:00 a.m., sometimes at Noon, getting some coffee in my face, asking Stacia what she was going to do which universally consisted of "If the weather is good, I'm going out by the pool." Well, that's good as she's either nude or in something that would be TTR-expert ready. We do that for a couple hours, deciding and discussing what it is that we're going to request for dinner from Door Dash, eventually go in if the weather is nice, or quicker if it isn't. Clean up from sun time, go upstairs to media room and cuss & discuss what it is that we're going to experience via the massive screen... Facebook videos? Comedy specials? Porn, so as to foll around and feel like it's a party? A ESPN special like Last Dance? Another re-run of the Chiefs trouncing the crap out of the Texans in last year's Divisional NFL Playoff round... what? Bourbon (me) and vodka/wine (she) is consumed. Rinse lather repeat. I got SO relaxed! And then back to the crazy folk.