warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
Yup, I'm now officially a whore to Big Pharma. Actually, have been for a while. Could say don't do it very often, but like being pregnant, it's an all or nothing. Actually, I don't believe that (about being a whore, not about being pregnant); things are conditional and relative. Also, I'm digressing.

Just got back from a consultancy panel on a certain drug for resistant hand dermatitis. I've used this drug, it is great when nothing else works. Like all Derms, I mostly prefer topical treatments (eg creams) to systemic (eg pills and injections), but I'm slowly using more systemic treatments. It's something I'm growing into. Yes, even after all these years, I continue to grow professionally. This is good, as one either grows or shrinks and dies in everything; there is no static. (BTW, apparently 20-30% of Derms in Quebec never use systemic treatments!) The purpose of this panel was to share experiences on using the medication, looking for better ways to use it, and different things to use it for. For the company, that translates to more opportunities to sell it, but if it is useful, why not? There is also a certain amount their stroking us, as we'd be considered "opinion leaders," but that only gets them so far. If I don't like the product, I don't use it, and don't teach using it - in fact, teach not using it.

So why do I do it? (Besides the money, but really not much more than spending a half day in my office.) A large number of reasons. Partly getting new and different and advanced information on a drug. It's biased info, but everything is biased to some extent, and at least their bias is out in the open. Partly I get to meet colleagues and chat with them. I'm not the most social person, but that's importantly. Following what is principally an out-patient specialty, I'm mostly in my own office. Even my days at JGH, I'm not really chatting with colleagues, we're busy seeing patients. Also, the doctors at these panels are frequently not the same ones I work with. Today I was the only McGill doctor there, and 1 of only 2 from the Anglophone community. Yes, the whole thing was in French, which was also good practice for me. Partly, I do pick up tips and suggestions from the other doctors there. Sometimes that just reinforces what I do anyhow (but good to have validation), sometimes it gives me new ideas and approaches and warnings of pitfalls.

If I wanted, I could go to something at least once/week, probably more (treated to dinner with a speaker of just to exchange ideas). The actual paid panels are less frequent, but could happen often enough. I just don't want to be away from home that much, and as stated, not that sociable. Still, it's part of keeping my place in my professional community, and adds aspects to my professional practice, so I so like to do some.
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
Did I mention how much I love having kids, especially their endearing little tricks and adventures, as they develop and become more capable. For example, the other day, Wallstreet pushed a chair so he could climb up on the counter, manipulated the lid on my coffee canister… and spilled it all out on the floor so he could play with it like sand. Arggggghhhhhhh. To quote Evil Secretary, "Fish! I shoulda had fish. Then I could have flushed them when I got tired of them." Or at the very least, fish can't climb onto counters and don't have prehensile grasp. BTW, Hedgedfund is figuring out how to open the magnetic childproof locks on the kitchen drawers. Not that worried, as she's past the age where she'll randomly take things out of drawers, and so far Wallstreet hasn't figured those out. These were planned at the start of the renovations; by the time we'd actually moved, we'll have need of them for maybe 6 months. Didn't even bother to put in childproof gates on the stairs. Hedgefund is okay on stairs by herself, and Wallstreet is close to being okay. I'm considering hiring a nanny (or six), or alternatively getting more duct tape and taping them to a wall until they're 18. Naw, that would damage the new paint.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
Metaphorically speaking. I suppose a true christening would have involved breaking a bottle of wine or champagne over the front porch, but that would have gotten glass shards everywhere and been a waste of good booze. Come to think of it, it would have been more ethnically appropriate to have cut off a small piece of the front porch, but I digress.

Really was more just having some people over for dinner and a toast. Nom's family. My original plan was the day we moved, have them all stop by for a toast, but our SIL was working late, and we didn't finish moving until 10:30 at night, so wasn't practical. Really wanted them to come over at some point, but last night was the soonest it could be arranged. (Also doubled as Thanksgiving Dinner, but that's a minor point. Anyhow, we had take out fish and seafood, not turkey.) Nom's Uncle had given us a bottle of really good champagne some time ago (for our wedding?) that we were saving for a special occasion, and I couldn't think of a better one. The kids had sparkling juice, the adults the champagne and those who didn't drink at least took a sip. After that, I poured a splash on the front and back porches. I don't know if that is a tradition, but seemed like a good concept that the house itself would join us sipping champagne. Just for good measure, I left a little bit in a bowl on the back porch overnight for the Good Folk. It all seemed like a good way to "break in" the house. L'chaim.

Books

Oct. 9th, 2017 10:57 am
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
I know "books" is a subject near and dear to the hearts of all my Gentle Readers. By modern standards, I have a fair number. (Okay, by modern standards, possibly anything over 6 is a fair number, but I do have a fair number.) My tablinum is a lovely, gentlemanly room, but a bit small. My ideal would be the library at the Morgan museum, but I lack the requisite billions for a house big enough to contain that. The current space is certainly smaller and with less storage room (especially shelf space/bookshelf space) than I had in the old condo.

As an aside, "stuff" expands to fill the available closet space, much as digital information expands to fill available computer memory. Years ago, I had a friend who renovated a condo in DC. She only built 1 closet, to thereby limit how much "stuff" she'd accumulate. I'm pretty good at getting rid of non-essential stuff…. Well, I thought I was until this move. We'll see how strict I can actually be with myself, not to mention the rest of the family.

I've finally emptied enough boxes that I can see most of the floor in my tablinum. I realize I have more books than I need. (Okay, on some level, there is no such thing, but am ignoring that for now.) I've already given one box of books to the local library, and have three more in the back of my car to go. The ones they don't use (which is most of them), they sell at their big annual book sale to raise money. I realize a couple of the ones I'm giving them I bought from their book sale in prior years. *Chuckle* Very little of what I'm giving away is actually causing me any pangs of regret. I don't really need Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum numbers 1 thru 20. There are three sets/types of books/articles that I'm setting aside for display. Not sure if going to go in my living room at home, or in my professional office when I redo that. The first is books and medical instruments that were my late great uncle's. He was an ophthalmologist, my one forbearer who was a doctor, very educated and cosmopolitan, a bit in the older European sense (he came to the US as a very young child, but always maintained a little bit of that air about him). He graduated medical school 50 years before I did. The second set is books (and maybe instruments) that were mine from medical school. The two sets would make a nice contrast. The third set are language books. Dissimilar from the others, except I think a few of the older ones were my great uncle's. I have think more about keeping these. I like having them. I love languages and admire people who are truly bi-, tri-, or multi-lingual. Said great uncle and aunt were like that. To me it's part of being educated and cosmopolitan. I can get by in French, but not really what I consider fluent. I used to speak Spanish (learned it for a South American deployment with the Navy), but have forgotten it. I'd love to have the time to just study languages; I could easily use 5-6 major ones in my office every week; I just don't have the time. With all that having been said, the question is how many of those language books are worth keeping. Like everyone today, if I want to translate a word, I look it up on line. The older ones might be worth keeping as antiques, and the language lesson books might also be worth keeping in case I go back to learning languages. On the other hand, probably will never find the time (something about having 2 kids to put through medical school), and I'm trying to get rid of stuff I don't really need, unless it has some sentimental value for me. Stay tuned to find out where the balance ends up.
warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
I have two scientific facts to present today. The first is that everything is composed of molecules, which are built up (synthesized), from atoms. The second is that if this synthesis happens in a plant or animal, then God is happy, assigns an angel to dance around that molecule and bring great benefit to your body if you ingest it; whereas if that synthesis happens in a factory or laborary, then God is displeased, and Satan assigns a devil to sit on that molecule and thereby harm you if you ingest it.

Yeah, the second fact was sarcastic. Everything is made up of molecules, and they all exist in nature. Whenever someone wants “natural” treatment, I’m always tempted to state that I only employ supernatural treatments, and hope they don’t mind getting sprinkle with goat’s blood. That having been said, I rarely use the term “chemicals” instead referring to things as “molecules,” which of course, are much more healthy for people.

Molecules are molecules, your body treats them as such, and they have good and bad effects depending on the molecule and the dose, regardless of their origin. Whether evolution geared you to “process” certain substances is irrelevant. Plants can have good or bad effects on you or both: chocolate is yummy, strychnine kills you (although might be beneficial in low doses), digitalis can be life-saving or like-taking depending on dose. Which brings up the next key point ignored by naturalist and other mindlessly doctrinaire people: the dose makes the poison (Paracelsus, physician and alchemist, if you care). Entirely artifical substances can have beneficial effects, such as penicillin. Oops, penicillin is found in nature, named after the penicillium mold that makes it (however the penicillin you might be prescribed is produced synthetically to insure a purified, standardized, and we can have an adequate supply of it). Botox also found in nature. In high doses it kills you and/or gives you a plastic expression; in low dose it can treat many diseases (not just cosmetic). As for garlic, in low doses it tastes yummy, in moderate doses it wards off low-level vampires.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Had a patient today who said his first job was in an ink factory. They made the ink for carbon paper and typewriter ribbons. He and I shared a "we're old and we 'member stuff not like these young'uns in the room" look. My students and residents insisted that they knew what carbon paper and typewriters were. Yeah, and I know what papyrus was, doesn't mean I ever actually used it. Did share the story of from a few years back when I was asked to give a presentation to some residents (at Walter Reed, not JGH or McGill) and asked for a slide projector. The residents almost fell on the floor laughing, and suggested maybe they could get one from the Smithsonian. (Actually have 3 typewriters of various ages, one being actually antique, that I'm going to put on display in my office at some point.)
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
This does feel like my home now. Mostly. Had a moment driving back from JGH. As came downhill on one street, thought, "I should drive by the house on my way back home." (That's what I would usually do coming back there to home.) Then a sinking feeling of, "Oh… that is home now." Other than that, doing great, and really am settling in (it's been just over a week now).

I'm pleased with a bit of cleverness I put into the design of the master bathroom. We have a double sink. Probably an extravagance, because really never felt the lack of it when only had a single bathroom sink, but it seemed like the thing to do. One thing I've always found foolish, and detested, is that the bathroom mirror is behind the sink(s), which is just a little too far away (for shaving for me, or for applying make-up for Nom). Everybody shaving or applying make-up (unless you have a little additional make-up mirror) compensates by leaning forward awkwardly. I designed the sinks so that the countertop between the two sinks is recessed, putting me (or Nom) 12-18" away from the mirror, which is just the right distance. (The entire area behind the sinks is mirrored to make the room brighter and bigger and lighter, but this is the bit that we actually use for well, looking at ourselves.)

I'm also pleased with a bit of stylish décor we added. (Have to thank Sky, our friend and decorator, for the idea. Wanted to post a photo sequence approaching this, but too hard to upload here.) On the long wall between the master bedroom and the attic stairs is a mural of the NYC skyline. (Digitally printed on wallpaper-like heavy vinyl material. There's a local company that does these.) It's half-hidden. As you come up the main stairs to the 2nd floor, you don't see it. The mains stairs, like most of the house, is in very classic style. When you get to the hallway upstairs, and turn left, suddenly you see the mural. Very striking because it's a contrasting style to the rest of the house and décor, and because it's the NYC skyline. Sounds jarring to describe; well, it is a bit jarring to see, but in a very good way. Sky had wanted trees/forest design, but the New Yorker in me insisted on the skyline, and it really works.
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
For the past many years, usually one day/weekend, I'd get croissants at the Atwater Market for breakfast. While I was there, I'd get a cappuccino (sometimes it made it home, sometimes it didn't), cheese from Hamel or Paradise du Fromage, ham from Charcuterie Tours. Sometimes I'd get flowers for Nom, and sometimes a few other things as well, but those three were the main items. Since it was only 3 blocks away from the old place, I'd walk rain or shine, sometimes pushing a stroller with kid(s). Today decided to go there to get back into some part of my routine, even if I had to drive. Lord knows having just moved, pretty much nothing in my life is routine, so it felt good to do this (plus I like croissant, cappuccino, etc).
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
We're finally here. The new house. More on that later, but this post is about the move, which as you can tell from the title, did not go well. Nom & I have both moved numerous times. This was the worst for either of us. Any number of reasons for this. First, we had stuff to pick up at Nom's parents' house (plus one large item at her brother's) as well as our own condo. That added some time, but not a huge amount, and it went very efficiently. The only small fly in that ointment was that the movers got to Nom's parents' before I did (traffic!) and her Dad had them pack up all the Vietnamese artwork he's been trying to get rid of for years. There was only one piece I really wanted, the only one that I would consider an heirloom (more on that some other time), the rest he slipped in (and I later gave back to him). Second, we had been chaotic about packing, partly having 2 munchkins underfoot, partly our all being sick (whined about that in an earlier post), partly being too busy to do it right. Nom's parents, especially her Dad, helped with a lot of the packing, some of it hyper-organized, some put into boxes that could have labeled "miscellaneous bits of this-and-that." You always have a few boxes like that, but in the end we had dozens. We were still throwing things into boxes as they were loading the truck (hence, more boxes of "miscellaneous bits of this-and-that"). Third, we had more stuff than we thought we had… and way more than the movers were expecting. The crew chief kept complaining that we should have asked for more than 3 people, and they couldn't get anymore on short notice (a fourth was sent out just as they finished loading the truck at our end). We kept pointing out that it was the moving company's job to figure out how many movers and how big a truck was needed. (Our neighbors who moved two days later, moved from a condo same size as ours was. The movers initially also sent 3 people, who took a quick look, and had 2 more sent out who showed up within an hour.) They didn't have enough people, and those they had weren't remarkably efficient. In addition, that "they under-estimated how much stuff we had" thing? The truck wasn't quite large enough. I took a few boxes in my car, and 3 days later my BIL & I went back with a rented van and moved the few remaining items. Remarkably annoying to have had to do that, but imagine if instead of moving 8 minutes away, we'd moved 8 hours, or to another country. All told, the move took 14-1/2 hours, way more time and money than it should have. Since things didn't wrap up until after 10 at night, we really didn't do much by way of unpacking; just found the bedding and a few necessities and went to sleep. Things got better after that, but will save that for another post.
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
Was packing, found on a top shelf, and finally (with some pangs) threw it out. It a small vinyl bag (about the size of a men's toiletry case, which it might have started life as, say 8"x4"x2"). Over my time in the Army, I'd used that keep those little items for field use/deployment, that are not on any packing list, but every experienced Soldier knows are useful (not, not chocolate or ladies of the evening). The items changed slightly over the years. Some were super-useful, some never used, but it's a good list to know. Presented (in alphabetical order) for my nostalgia, & your use and edification:
• carabiner clip
• chem light
• duct tape (not a big roll, just a few dozen feet)
• ear plugs
• foot powder
• insect repellent
• knife-fork-spoon (camping type)
• leatherman tool or swiss army knife
• lighter and/or waterproof matches
• marker pen
• mini-fan
• mirror
• padlocks
• parachute cord (thick nylon cord, also called 550 cord)
• plastic bags
• safety pins
• sewing kit
• small flashlight (originally a mini-maglite, later LCD light)
• spare AA batteries
• sunscreen
• tags and twist ties
• toilet paper (little packets)
• water purification tabs
• whistle
• wipes
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
My FIL has been helping us pack. He's a really nice man, and I'd probably find him great to have long conversations with, except: he's very shy, and there's a huge language barrier. He was an engineer, so very organized, and when he gets going, very efficient.

I know he packed some of the kitchen stuff. Was going to make myself a coffee yesterday, but couldn't find the decorative can where I keep the coffee. I think he packed it, coffee and all. He swears he didn't pack it and that the kids probably took it. I'd ask them but WS is only semi-verbal and HF would blame WS as a matter of course. I went out and bought a cappuccino and a small bag of grind, but I'm sticking with my first thought which is FIL already packed the coffee and I'll fing it when we move.

I used to be hyper-efficient about packing. This time the packing is going slowly. Secondly, there's way more stuff. Firstly, I've been very busy, very sick, and oh yeah, all those kids underfoot. Kids! Like Hedgehogs, they're no help at all.
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
The contractor told us he was finished. The house is being cleaned as I type this. We went to look at it yesterday. Moving soon. Should feel exciting and happy, but feeling very sad.

Many reasons for this: we've been renovating so long it feels like my normal life to be doing that; moving itself is a hassle (although have done so many times before, have more stuff now); this is the only home the kids have ever known and don't know how they will adapt; I've been living here for 12? 14? years now and am used to it and comfortable; I'm a city boy through-and-through, and the condo feels more urban versus the house being more suburban (they're only 8 minutes drive apart, but half-hour walk and in very different neighbourhoods, things more convenient near condo); the house is much bigger and I rather like everything close at hand, rather than possibly 2 floors away; this is likely my last move ever so has a certain grim finality to it.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
We just gave away some baby stuff to friends who are planning a family. ("Planning" is a fraught word, but no matter, the female half was Nom's bff from work.) We'd given away stuff to a neighbor some months back when they had their baby, but this was the first time giving away baby clothes. Nom was all misty-eyed, and I was all "yeah, whatever, let's just get it out of the condo now so one less thing to move"... until I saw Hedgefund's favorite little pink jacket. She only wore it for over half her short life. She still has her favorite little red and white dress, except now it's her favorite little red and white shirt. Mist.

Ste Anne's

Sep. 15th, 2017 11:15 am
warriorsavant: (Chimerae)
I've posted that it's changed from a pure veterans hospital to a mixed civilian/veteran long term care unit. That's sad for me. Perhaps sadder still are the vets themselves aging so much. Even 2-3 years ago when I started, I could have conversations with some of them. Not long conversations, and I don't really have a lot of time for chit-chat with patients anyhow, but some sort of conversations. Now more and more of them just aren't there mentally anymore. The nurse who works with me, said that 10? 20? years ago, it was fun. They still had open wards instead of all private rooms, and the evenings frequently like social gatherings: movies, popcorn, singing, and likely smuggled beer. (In fact, when the Feds ran it as a pure veterans hospital, they did get a nightly alcohol ration of 1 drink if they wished.) I remember when I was an Intern at Portsmouth Navy Hospital, there were also open wards, and there was a certain camaraderie with the patients. For everyone, interns, nurses, corpsmen, and patients, it was just another duty station. (However, no camaraderie with the more senior residents and staff - very vicious place in that sense.) From what the nurse was telling me, it was rather the same atmosphere years ago at Ste Anne's. No longer. It's a much sadder place now and in some way, we all come there unless we die young.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
She's adapting quicker than we thought/feared. She has a friend she plays with - as much as 3-1/2 year olds really play together. I little boy. She has a friend who's a boy. She has a boy friend? A boyfriend??!!! Arggggghhhhhh. (Okay, I'm over it now.)

Varia

Sep. 10th, 2017 02:17 pm
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
Was in a coffee shop the other day, sipping my coffee and doing some work. In the background could hear the two young women at the counter chatting. (Um, yeah, “barristas.” Or is that barristae if plural female?) They were agreeing that their respective parents were pretty cool for old people... y’know, ppl in their 40’s. *waves his cane at the young whippersnappers and demands they get off the lawn*

Looks like we are moving end of the month. Finally. After all this time, doesn’t seem real, and I’m almost dreading it. Not the move itself (although that will be a pain), but I’ve adapted to being where I am. We’ve adapted to being here. It’s a little tight, but that’s also good, in that everything is near at hand. Feel like in place 2+ times as large, we’re going to be rattling around and losing things (including possibly children). I know the kids will take a little while to adapt, although Hedgefund has been clear for quite a while that the green room is hers. Anyhow, have moved enough times in my life that one more time won’t be a big deal. (After that, the next move will be to the morgue, and hopefully not any time soon.) And no, we are not getting a cat (or seventeen).

Am reading Alexander McCall Smith’s Emma. He’s the author of a number of popular books, including No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency series (like many series, excellent for the first several books, then got repetitive). It is Jane Austen’s Emma recast in modern times. So far, so good. I mean Jane Austen & Alexander McCall Smith, how can you go wrong. Haven't done much recreational reading for a while, but past month or so, got back into it, mostly light reading, especially detective stories.

Summer?

Sep. 5th, 2017 08:12 am
warriorsavant: (Autumn-upstate NY)
What happened? Despite the jokes ("we have 2 seasons: winter and Canada Day weekend"), we actually usually do have a summer in these parts. Not so much this year. Was rainy and a bit cool. Had a few hot, humid days, but nothing really much, and seems like the last one was a week or two ago. I don't mind it that much, I don't deal well with heat anymore. I was fine when I spent a few years in hotter climates (Virginia, Okinawa, S. Carolina, Indian Ocean), and during that period lost my tolerance to cold. Now I'm fine with cold, can't stand heat. Okay, really don't like extremes of either much. A constant 22º (72º F) would be fine thank you. I think I need to live in a space station, or a shopping mall, or just never go outside. Hope those renos are done soon, I'm getting tired of living in a tent.

Renos

Sep. 4th, 2017 07:26 pm
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
Speaking of renovations, yup, still grinding on. I think I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but it's probably an on-coming train. Really wanted house finished before I started work on the office renovations, but have to suck it up. Two sets of renovations on top of everything else might explain my somewhat frazzled state.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
In some countries, even very open ones, your can only give your child a name from the officially approved list. In Quebec, including multi-cultural Montreal, there's no such list (although the fringe Separatists would no doubt love to require a properly French name), but the government can refuse names if they are too weird. Yeah, yeah, you're the parent, but your kid has to live with being named Eggplant, so we're not going to let you do it. So, with all the choice available, how is it it seems like every second person has one of a handful of names. If I'm emailing, I have to be careful to select the correct Maria, Anna Maria, Anna, or Elena. (There are some others, but these tend to cause the most problems, although several people share similar names to my lovely wife.) How is it with your kith & ken, Gentle Readers. When you start typing in certain names to your email, do you get several people with the same & similar names? How often do you end up emailing the wrong person?
warriorsavant: (HHG-Throne of fruit)
Cars: Drove the new car today. I do really like it, but don't quite have the seat adjusted right for me. 'Sokay, it's Nom's car, so has to be adjusted for her, as she'll mostly be the driver. Couple of points come to mind.
1. Who ever described that new car smell as wonderful? It's putrid. HF thinks so also. Drove with the windows wide open to try to rid us of the smell.
2. On the list of "gadgets I thought were ridiculous but now can't live without" (includes fax machines and email). There is a camera for backing up. Needed because can't otherwise see where the car ends. I've somehow lost my mad skills at parallel parking (I once got a car into a space only 4" longer than the car). I think I was good at it because I learned on boxy, old American cars. Newer cars, even cheap ones, have "sleek" styling, and you can't see where they end. On the Subaru, I can see the bottom of the rear window, and have no idea what is beyond that, so unless I park by the sound method (i.e. back up until something goes "crunch"), the read camera is great.
3. On the list of "gadgets (or settings) that I thought were ridiculous and now am convinced are ridiculous and annoying" the radio comes on as soon as you start the car. I absolutely loath and despise settings on things "to make my life easier and faster," all of which are not how I function and only annoy and slow me down to shut them off each time.

Kids:
1. WS is still sick, so I took HF to daycare while Nom stayed home.
2. HF is adapting rapidly, to our pleased surprise. It's only been a week. Today there were no tears, only a little apprehensive when I took her in. I told her I'd stay for a "little bit." Sat down while she played with blocks for 5 minutes, then she told me she had to pipi. I asked one of the educators to take her to the toilet, and when she came back, she headed straight to play where the other kids were. I told her I was leaving, and she basically said, "yeah, whatever, later pops" (slight paraphrasing). When I picked her up, they told me she sat and ate with the other kids. Didn't eat much, but this is the first time she did at all. She's never been good about eating, so this is great.
3. Later we took them both to the dentist. Just a checkup (if you care to know, the Medicare system pays for 1 visit/year for kids, but would have done it anyhow). Okay, there were tears here, but it got done, and no one (kids, parents, or dentist) permanently traumatized. (I seem to recall that first time I went to the dentist, I had gotten the impression that it would be traumatic, and was sitting in the waiting room crying/screaming/fussing. My Mother looked at me and sensibly pointed out that nothing had happened yet, so why was I screaming. Even then I was logical (or perhaps more logical than now), because I stopped crying, had the appointment, and realized there was nothing traumatic about it. In my adult years, I even had a cavity filled without anesthesia… well, once.)

Castles: Which is to say the house. Did a walk-thru with the contractor. Lots of little things need touching up, but basically on track to finish. Yippee.

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