Fear not, my hard drives and caches are still regularly purged of all your correspondence contradicting that statement (except a few... creative jpegs retained for future blackmail; my cola consumption suggests a spare kidney might come in handy someday. )

Think of it this way: The Incredible Journey can take as much as the two days Lene had to wait once ready, so my soldiers hit the ground running like George Bush, immediately declaring, "Mission Accomplished," with NO exit strategy whatsoever. It always makes me kind of sad, but especially now: Thousands did everything right, survived the long arduous trip and reached the finish line—just a beat late, so they bashed their tiny heads against an impenetrable barrier until they ran out of energy and died. Their only mistake was not getting there FIRST; very American.

My wife would like it noted she did HER part, too. Clearly further experimentation is required to establish who was most essential.