Well, Perna, as usual, you've hit the nail on the head: "[H]ow's her business/job doing?" A very long time ago, when we got married, the joint plan was that each of us would spend three years in rotation supporting the other one while we did what we really wanted to do. This sounded at the time like a realistic deal since both of us had been continuously gainfully employed since our teenage years. Except it didn't work out that way. I had the first shift of gainful employment while she did her pure artwork (she had been a highly trained graphic and package designer). And when the time came to swap she wouldn't do it. And I ddn't call her on that. My mistake. I gave in, buckled, conceded. And she's been playing games in her "art studio" and watching daytime TV ever since. I really had to have loved her an awful lot to do what I did, or else have a character built of corn meal. Not something I really pride myself on. Of course, I was reasonably out of my mind at the time and it mustn't have been too hard to manipulate me. I really can't hold it against her now. We were both so crazy. What's the line? Babes lost in the woods? Neither of us could ever really handle reality. It's amazing to me now that we've survived as well as we have. Me hitting on one cylinder and her completely spaced. This is still a great and generous country, permitting people like us to get through their lives in at least a half-assed normal way. Thank you for your kind post. Take care!